—LET ME SEE WHAT SPRING IS LIKE ON JUPITER AND MARS
ten-thirteen
I don’t know
what happened
to the sun
it’s become
so disobedient
running away
from home
fornicating with
hoodlum clouds
chewing tobacco
and spitting on
the roof of every
neighbor’s house
it’s been that way
since you left
almost two years
ago today
at something like
ten-thirteen
in the morning
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