I promise essays and you keep getting poetry. It's just been that kind of a summer.
Summer of Broken Things
these blissful summer days with you
as the garage door crumples
fridge stops humming
computer blue, click click click
“Beginning Internal Memory Dump”
our sweet ice cream’s melting
steadfast sink’s sprung a leak
dishwasher rivers snake across the floor
TV crackles, smokes
falls silent
better get outside
better get out
this house is shutting down
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You almost make it sound fun!
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