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across the tongue
of the street, tying
everyone together. But our street
lies unlaced. The generator
of the man who lives next-door
sits in his backyard
all day and all night, drinking gasoline
like whiskey and drunkenly
roaring fuck you at us while we empty
warm eggs and milk cartons
into the sink.
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