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Galaxy Bar

thick tonic
thin wine
fists ricochet the table.
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poop

i love poop
poop makes everything possible
everybody poops
at summer camp
we pooped in groups
sitting next to friends
as it should be
i love a good communal poop
chatting and giggling
as each poop plops below
even the word poop
i love
laughing about poop
and talking about pooping
i love that too
i pooped next to my boyfriend
when i brought him to a wedding
and it was in that pooping moment
that i knew
he was a keeper
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Good Morning, Marjorie

Paperboy, all my life,
though my bike's beneath the porch,
rusted out, spokes like
West Pier, Brighton,
splayed, the stanchions,
going, but a frozen
scattering in terror.

Getting up, feeling bad about
the wife, 
her dodging runaway
mowers, 
bush clippings
flying everywhere,
the shelled splinters of trench lumber,
children's gripes vanish
in the utterly banal hum,
of leaf blowers:
who was the poorly demon who
frog marched everyone down to
B&Q or wherever?
Deh not dee pot.

The only papers come in
trollies, 
a coupon clipping pettiness
devours Wednesday,
do I feel bad,
fuck it,
you accept price gouging
then you accept your
deal frenzy also.

Thanks for the new shower curtain,
it's why I awoke crying,
I love this place so much,
it pisses me off,
it's the world to me.
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—-

The bright possibility of weather 
The ways we survived
Red pepper seeds cast on the sidewalk
I’ve always dwindled 

It’s what I do
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