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being twenty eight and still chasing contract work makes me a foster dog, my life a firework. it takes a pinch of weed and two aleves to spend eight hours on indeed, i’ll reformat the resumes to what they say they need. sure, i’ll transcribe each c.v. line and then still click attach; write them stacks of letters and then hear nothing back. oh, i wanna get them on the phone, screaming from my couch at home, unemployed and dreaming of a fastball hanging in the zone. give me something i can hit, i promise i’ll get all of it. give me something i can hit, don’t make me beg for it. i feel so inadequate, man i really hate this shit. give me something i can hit, give me something i can hit. watch the murder mysteries and study them like history, and, though i killed the coffee pot, won’t eat until i’m dizzy. then i start to subdivide the value of that wasted time: oh the fraction napkin math! oh the low blood sugar naps! and when that question’s neatly asked, i’ll reply “my day went fine.” give me something i can hit, i promise i’ll get all of it. give me something i can hit, don’t make me beg for it. i feel so inadequate, man i really hate this shit. give me something i can hit, give me something i can hit.
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School Tour
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it started with a bus ride through new brunswick. cut to stacking up our laughter like those takeout containers. we fucked, we fought, we watched forensic files to the point that my internal dialog took on peter thomas’ voice. now it’s all i can do to write a love song for you, that somehow includes basic cable’s greatest television show. oh, peter, i’ve been peering through cold cases and all the wreckage that i wreaked in my rearview. i made some plaster casts and aged each blowfly egg that hatched, trying not to fuck this up like i fucked it up with that. now it’s all i can do to write a love song for you, that somehow includes basic cable’s greatest television show. we fucked, we fought, we watched forensic files, and i felt like sitting still for the first time in a while.
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