sprIng (the I is my middle finger)

I’ve been thrown into a box full of pollen grass clippings cat dander blooming yellow fucking bushes dirt Dirt DIRT Desert dirt a city rolled like a filthy dog in dirt all shook up over around a vacuum exploding. I took medicine. Nope. It’s warming up. I could feel sweat walking from the train, the sweat of summer beginning. But this Spring, in the meantime, the cat shedding her wiry white hair in preparation, the flowers opening their mouths, sticking out their tongues – mleeee they said to me… MLEEEEEE… this spring might just kill me.

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