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california hates you

The golden rat reclines & gnaws on the aloe

plant with the sky empty of clouds this

day just like yesterday & the one before it if you

think I’m going to cum with the curtains

not open you don’t know me at all my breath taken

away it is a shame we have to say good-bye

every seven years to our old flesh all those jackets

of flaking skin my closet is filled with them

the blurry year of sunlight making the last one rough

as corduroy like bacon like turned & dried out

garden dirt instead it might be nice if the layers piled

& grew atop each other so the world’s weight

might be something shoulderable something to shift

to the other arm as you whoosh open

your enormous umbrella when the deluge starts

purpledark & splatting the sidewalk on down