every day the rest of my life
everyone's selling something
so everyone's too tired to smile
it's a big enough city to realize
the world is doomed
so money is chased in the meantime
and the tenuous connected to life is reaffirmed
in a quarter's worth
of unripe mango strips
which despite being nearly flavorless
your body consumes by the bagful
for some vaguely remembered mineral
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i could never live IN Leon
there is no public space except behind private doors
but one could imagine living AROUND here
coming into town and making a serious living as a painter
and finishing the tire-filling project
someone familiar with earthships started
in a rundown park on the outskirts of town
where you begin to see trees again
and amidst the trash-filled slimy
puddle of a stream i was crossing over
out of infinite nothingness
two wide-winged egrets emerged
with a silent whoosh
and i mesmerized
followed them
here
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