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[gum_cheetah]

I walk until my legs fall all over the ballrooms of Cambridge, wearing the bellbottoms and the yellow jacket, a space cadet I can tell the passers at the grocery that I am from the future. I make melodies on the chain link fence that stretches through the avenues I’ve detoured. The grocery I remember, the blinding rows of tomato cans that spread

Comments

[aliceinwonders]

this makes me think of "a supermarket in california"
I really like your entries

[gum_cheetah]

thanks, I do like that poem!