do you know what it's like to see yourself
standing in line at the County Community Kitchen
knobs for elbows, hopeful eyes, all dreams
wisps of disillusion hanging so close to your pupils
that they blur out entirely, become
background oppression, the kind that sticks
itself into your best dreams and gives clues to
psychiatrists and mind readers alike
and all the while, you walk and walk and walk
until suddenly you understand
this is the desert, there is no point b.
this is your future.
no, i didn't think you knew.
1 comment:
well i hope you don't either
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