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changing states
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Bad poetry changing states
sun goes down earlier now
butter melts quietly on the kitchen counter
seeking a lower point to live on. Computer hums.
Car hums. The A/C hums, the beer moans
slowly, or freezes entirely I
can’t quite find the right temperature to drink it out of.
The silence of books becomes conversation
the alphabet a rope across a chasm
I keep trying to fill out the holes in the yard. I just don’t care
enough about all the messes. I screamed once
among the insects too,
but I’ll never be as loud as a lion.
