so much opportunity and no
specific idea what to do with it.
I was worrying yesterday then
Dad called. told me about buying pumpkins.
felt a weird homesick tug for new england
foliage and gourds.
stew leonards.
wait, fuck that now I remember:
autumn in high school: so self-aware
it hurts at football games,
who will keep the drugs in their glove compartment?
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