Saturday, March 11, 2017

I awake

i awake under a skylight of snow with a vague
ache for yesterday. For the day mother took me
to see Eisenhower drive up main street. They 
give you flags to wave and hold your hand and are gone.
it seemed only yesterday until this madman came
to power and now it is a daily nightmare except
you know what i want.

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