Tuesday, January 31, 2017



Civil worn out

Hungry and blue 
the sky all grey
I walked into the cold, curdy, sour-smelling,
milk-colored
hillbilly food store. 

There were people inside—also milky,
expressionless 
but still breathing. I asked,

“Any crackers in here?” 

And they all turned red. 



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