what it was like trying to resuscitate

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a dog named (blank)
refused
to get out of the lake

i prepared
like a therapist would prepare
scribbling on a northbound train
considering pasts

i lived in two cities
with a time zone in common
one had mountains
and one had bigger mountains

someone was building you a bike
someone adopted a dog
someone was going to come find you
their hand
in the shape
of a fist

i alleywalked
in tight jeanshorts
while the yard sales went on

i dipped shoeless feet
in a fountain
located in a city
approximately halfway
between the two cities i inhabited

people
were waiting
to hold me up

the effects of recklessness
were studied
over a four month period

i observed mistakes
and assumed
that poetry
wasn’t dead

i was supposed to say fuck off
instead of crying
i was supposed to eat the tiramisu
at 10pm
i was supposed to forget about
falling apart barns

i held burials
for a week
near salted water

i fed my heart
to the pigeons
of chicago
a city where there is a billboard
that says art is real
in black text on yellow background

geography and proximity
refused to issue guarantees

i held a hand at sundown
on the i-95
across wyoming
montanna
quebec

i met some parents
some nurses
i scraped paint
and climbed a tree

i drove a silver zoom-zoon
searching for a wireless signal
across the border
under the assault of rain

listen,
i can say it now,
fuck off

(blank) and i
made a pact
to enlist
some silver foxes

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