my body, dissolved in acid
is a fitting way for life’s end
terminate the contract of
my earthly stay
if you must
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Down in Tennessee (a poem)
I was eager to see Tennessee –
cigarettes were cheap, people moved slow +
we devoured fried chicken for breakfast –
never ventured into the country, stayed close
to anonymous highways + strip malls
that strip America of originality.
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