Phantom Road
The way I heard it,
wishing wells and magic
fairy dust were replaced
by lottery tickets, and then
an elderly neighbor lady
came to my door about how
a teenager one building over
had stabbed his mother’s
abuser while both were
trouser deep in the bear
trap-teeth of an unjust
economic system trying
to get a little justice for
themselves before final
bleed out on streets at times
doubling as funeral homes
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abandoned python
coils up inside yard doll house
waits for play time
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boot camp sand fleas
haven’t missed exercise time
in 200 years
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