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mostlty rusted

how both eric and i do a costume change
for trailer de-con detail
due to all the poison ivy lining its perimeter
where we unscrew the corrugated metal skirting
mostly rusted
while baigz revs the chainsaw
in ordet to take down the trees surrounding it
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the big silver pot
turned upside down on the dining room table
that conceals the treats for the adults
that trish brought back
from the dented can store
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at the end of the day
i close my eyes and see the seemingly endless beds of tomatillo plants and
that terribe horrible rhizome grass that
is slowly creeping its way into the western edges
of south garden 

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