text:
skull summer: food hopif in memory
unfolding all a meadow
of
the fast-food landscape
and also
rans
trudging food in
corrals better
served of Austin
and
element barbarous
and
biking
out to see the sights the
two-for-one
trades
and
a beer at happy hour
after
idling all day in air
conditioning;
I am a plate of silver
and french fries
oh
joy;
get in the swim with this
stunning never
been;
a place we used to frequent and
broad soldiers tearing apart
tin cans and Coke bottles;
last summer we dove
into old starry diners and
ordered giant silver
dollar
pancakes, oh the best, the best
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