CA//MA

We will eat mushrooms,
crouch in fear behind sand dunes,
watch the gay world pass.

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Ticks cling to dry grass.
I don’t expect to live long—
Summer heats up.

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A mouthful of bugs;
try to salsa anyway.
Skirts fly freely— 

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You’re in the airport.
He’s dead. Take another shot.
There is no Palm Springs. 

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In Simi Valley
flesh machine nearing deathscape.
Did you want monarchs?

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Clustered butterflies?
we’re not going to heaven—
sand overtakes road. 

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Just call me angel 
before aliens take us.
Seaside condos rise.