9.5.12

snowflakes, backrooms, and other people




I get up
at five and a quarter
to move boxes
from a truck
into the backrooms,
and the cooler,
and freezer-
so that other people don't have to.

i hope you hate my Duchamp writing
because it's easier to scrape the winter off your car
when you're in a hurry, and your fingers are cold,
and the crystals of the ice aren't big enough to smile at,

because then it isn't hard to admit
that you need to.
and believe it,
so that other people don't have to.

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