You won't stretch me over your machine, City
I won't care for those things in bags
I won't care for the things I tuck in books
or even the things I find there.
There is too much space between bodies
to be sick over the space left by lost things.
And the weight that fills
my body like saltwater, heavy ocean saltwater
can stand your schemes, City,
of untruth.
6 28 09
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