Lay Off Why Don’t Ya

Hot damn,
I’m a little fuck mango.

If it please the court,
I have this generous handful
of indeterminate pills.
That’s not a thought that’s soot.

Like wage I war
with endless cost-of-living.
Surmise me or don’t. Prophecy already.
Go ahead and get shifted in the solar plexus,
but leave the driving to grandma.

You can’t skydive.
I miss the human truth of your smile,
and miles upon miles
wiggle their cans
out of the darkness we regurgitate.

-r. miller

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