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but how if it’s another day?
I broke into the restaurant
took food off the shelves
out of costumer’s mouths
to fix another grievance
and fix another man’s broken heart.

it happened twice
it felt the same as the first time
even though the shelves
and
plates were bare.

my gang retreated to the shelves
of a local college library
our mind had put us in the surf
one of us drowned
no matter
it’s not the first time we lost her.

she always came back
with the same legs
and half a torso
scrawny
she said it didn’t stop
her from helping us
or being loved
always