excerpt from "uncertain terms"

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sunlight turns to shit in

the blink of an eye
 

dead vines hanging from

chain link fences out at the
edge of town and never any idea of
what’s being kept in or what’s
              being kept out

never any sound but the sound of

the wind or of
dogs barking in the distance

sound of abandoned trailers

pushing against
the empty landscape

drive as far away from here as

you can, but it will still be
the only place you ever
think of as home