sweaty water bottle
my life running at my feet
dehydrated but
my toes swept clean
the grass is smiling
the yard is so full of fire-ants
there’s a palpable silence
whenever a siren goes by
talk about walking on coals
the way the mind says not to
who’s fooling who
yes I too wouldn’t drive
with someone
who drives like me
but look at today baby
another ambiguous hero
how else will we get there
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