The guy selling fireworks lives in a trailer in a parking lot

I open my mouth, an echo.
I have so much to do to day and just don’t want to
It’s cool and sunny and beautiful out. I want out.
Sleep was spotted last night. I felt years every time I woke up. Laying flat, in and out of dreams, I was 49 and Pat still pulled me in. I was 30 and Pat still pulled me in. Every time I rustled, I felt him pull me in.
Last night I watched my friend’s children catch fireflies. Calm bugs, they don’t mind being cradled. They don’t live where I grew up as a kid. I accidentally killed a baby one while putting it into a jar. Its lightning blood smeared on my finger like something toxic like something no one should ever touch.

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