Disillusioned, we descend
Three by three
Into an imminent eternity
Of infancy
Peanut butter sandwiches
Packed for the road
They’ll keep us safe
From the cold
(Brown blankets
Licked clean
By mean, unseeing tongues)
My lungs hurt
From too many panicked
Breaths
In other news, I think I'm going to be an undergraduate teaching intern in a real class
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