the wood's dripping water
as i step out
from the warmth of the
turkey-mashed-potatoes-good-feeling-cooking-hey-it's-family-time!
kitchen
my toes cry out extremeties
as i leap from
icy carbon filled porch to that
dead-since-the-beginning-plastic
chair
the heat slides out and rebounds
back to me
i'm holding on to that
splinter infested excuse for a door
waiting for some prick to wake me
from this dream-reality
waiting for some thing (one?) to
make me drip tears onto my
deadened carbon infested excuse for a body
and i think..
i'll just hold out my arms, take off right from this
poured-on lawn furniture
extend my future so that it'll go beyond
this half-acre backyard so that it'll take in
my fantasies but instead
the dampness of everything seeps past
my back-to-back, play-by-play insulation
and i stumble back into that
!time-family-it's-hey-cooking-feeling-good-potatoes-mashed-turkey
kitchen
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