Suburbia

We met at Yorklio’s
(franchise food for folks
with no alternative)
and mapped our next move.

We were trapped:
there was no one
we wouldn’t offend.
(Yorklio’s was made

to make ten men rich
while they watched us
with cigar-butt eyes
and strategized)

We didn’t believe in this world.

If we said what we meant
again and again we would say

we didn’t believe in this world.
So…maybe…we…

should mutter this under
every sentence we said

and shout it after every
catastrophe and maybe

(Yorklio’s now
was crowded and loud)

something would happen.
Then we paid and got out.



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