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the spiked moon turns
twelve tomorrow
new era
pink jacket
scooter
fire and fire

my name is plastic
I’m a stupid feast
gluttons
or when I’m orange
I’m eaten

cactus spines
white moth
angel?
in spanish
make sure to remember
bolt cutters and a mask

we get new names

when we’re run down
the police and Internet
will make us clay

can’t you tell?

she says I’m angry
then unhooks the air conditioner
a last gasp of dignity
we didn’t deserve

in the morning