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I have resolved that maybe my voice matters that when I dissent luck corners me. If the reason escapes me, perhaps like the clouds escape me, maybe it’s the light that notices: of the little that’s left, nothing is just not your licensed weapon not my sour stomach. I was first to learn how to tire myself out which I think makes me older than you. I looked at the boots and said you know what no I looked at the tv and said you know what no I looked at the streets at whatever time of day And said no no way in hell. And all of a sudden I had one of those thoughts you have as a kid when you’re in a car on the highway and you have time to think as a kid/ as a kid I am in control but the animal is in me and the animal doesn’t spook and looking at the sky I asked myself what strange safe oval boat left me in this place full of highways between making and tiptoes with puppies for sale around every corner, who would have signed me over to my parents with the names they have who would I have inherited three cowlicks from which translates to

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