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Poem Including History

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A curb the color
of nausea.
Parking lot gravel

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splintered with glass,
dog shit, receipts.
Storage sheds--a row

of lamp-lit doors
deepening
as dusk thickens. Now,

night, they're all that's left
and traffic's
excuse for music

moving through the room.

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