it breathes

it breathes

to remind me

that it is also at the table

buttering its bread

coming in as women

coming in as car payments

coming in as pensions

coming sure as a long cigarette smolders

cutting into the soft meat

CLINK, CLINK

and Pepsi hissing in a red cup

disintegrating the ice

disintegrating the lives

into the earth like

a heap of flattened cardboard boxes

left out for a hundred thousand

hard rains.

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