Driving Past the Properties I Landscaped as a Teenager

Issue #147
Spring 2021
Look, netted in shadows of dying elms, we study our sandwiches like manuals, unscrew thermos warheads, doze,   hat brims down, while one cups a joint as if it were a hatchling, offering the cinder, its smoke a rope flung...

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