It begins

How’s about a shit sandwich?
Or something laced
with broken glass?
The past hasn’t finished having its way
with today’s vibrating wounds.
Deeper and deeper swoons
await in secret. Now,
a bleeding sacrament
to mollify the malignant gods
of pop psychology.
We won’t be any different
this time next year.

-r. miller

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