i close my eyes and imagine suburbia's blue streetlight glow. row after row of flat brown rooftops. perfect green lawns symbolizing the bless'd wholesomeness of space and lo-density safety.
cars.
the risen lord.
belgium is the size of new jersey, for example.
I've had a strange sick feeling in my gut ever since "we touched the ground at JFK".
angel of harlem
my country tis of thee.
slower
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