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POEM: [x] baby [x]

[x] baby [x]

Dwight and Cari are watching it all burn down.
It makes sense, because everything is burning.
Mississippi, the Cayuhoga — canaries.
I attach a hose to the spigot but no water.
There’s a can of gasoline in the garage.
The flames jump high enough
        for me to read the instructions on my parachute.
Now to find a plane or a very high window.

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4 April 2022
Latham NY

(NaPoWriMo Day 4)

Published in My poems NaPoWriMo2022 Poetry

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