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Rest
Having been spent,
I peel from the dead street.
Overhead, I’m ushered by
holy neon signs—
an undangerous red, glowing.
Gas pumps
like idols of warmth statued above ...
I peel from the dead street.
Overhead, I’m ushered by
holy neon signs—
an undangerous red, glowing.
Gas pumps
like idols of warmth statued above ...
