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(rites of autumn)
The Distant Future
azuresorrow
check my phone for your call
afternoon, the trees prepare for fall and
squirrels sequester their harvests
in the town market
pumpkins have made their encroach
these are the days i
bawl my eyes out for hours and hours
wake from dreams of you in the darkest hours of morning
remain in bed far too long like a rotting vegetable
stare and stare at the little window
squirrels destroy my flowers, invade my little room through ducts
check my phone for your call, for your message on the wall
outside the little window a woman in a knit hat and a scarf parades her latte
the squirrels open my body with their little teeth
sequester their harvests in the cavity of the place where you used to be
bawl my eyes out for hours and hours
wake from dreams in the darkest hours
check my phone for your call
check my phone
i want out
i want out
i want

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