the sad origami of a crumpled receipt
a pile of rubble leaning agasint the shell of a payphone stand
rusted-out 100 spoke wheels
my empty bike basket; my book, stolen.
a fat sorority girl
a dogwood petal melee
a man replacing an intricate neon sign
I smelled my old house
a hawk circling 4th and Church
ICP chain on a neck
the delicate shoulders on many office ladies
perky half windsors on many young bucks
worming it to the yachtyard
two window washers cleansing the side of a building
so high
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