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these wasted days

which feel so comfortable

and so afraid to lose

inevitable flights & drives

to tropical & bohemian locations

carry away the attatchments

we've formed over this hot sort

closer to the sun rotation of the planet

picking out constellations &

imagining their meanings

the same as we assume

implications of conversations

spent at our work

[our home/our personal play pen]

our workers rights to do

what we want in the employee restroom

& the closed down decrepit bowling alley

glimpses of the past in torn automans

and forgotten family photographs

the past days of addiction & before children

we subconsciously are modeling

ourselves in the same patterns

yet we're afraid to let go

of four hour drives in circles

around the same garbage dump

and stopping at the same 24/7 casinos

these reservation kids with their

loves & their drugs

crushes & crutches

too afrait to be alone

but not enough to say we care