It just wasn’t
going to leave
in the blink
of a laugh
that attempted
to build
a compromise
out of
empty soup cans
and thoughts
that no one
had ever planned
on wearing
any longer than a man
with the face that looked
like it was going
on a voyage
around the block
on its way to vote
for the next chance
to buy a house
in the shape
of a pained
facial expression.
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