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knot meat
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daylight savings and the days
are longer.
we have to face things in the brightest light we have
for longer.
and the children all seem stronger
and shinier
playing in the streets and at the mall
then i remember being.
and i'm driving alone -
back and forth
like someone else's pendulum.
and i see a woman genuinely
smiling as her default expression.
and i think...maybe that's the one
thing a person actually has
the potential to be the best
at in the world if they try.
maybe we get a shot at
avoiding the disappointment
of a generation raised
on unflappable cartoon heroes
who were always stronger
and smarter than their problems
if they just only looked.
if they just looked within themselves
they'd never fail.
another woman is singing
her funk song along with it
and it reminds her
of the funkiest times in her life
and she gives it a funky head bob
and thinks of a boyfriend
who she left because
the drugs were too much
even if the funk was just right.
because friends don't become
friends hoping to change
the other person
and so there's nothing to divorce from.
and another man
is winced with annoyance
as his car breaks down.
and i think - i don't have to stop for you.
and people are so light like this
when you just behold
them with your eyes.
and children seem so much stronger than you remember being.
looking out from their windows
as their parents drive
with such hope,
or even boredom, but boredom
that doesn't worry them much,
limited to the confines of one day.
i get stuck in traffic
underneath an overhang,
and the overhead sun
is blocked to dark
like i crawled under a rock.
and me and three other frontrunner
cars at a line
lurch forward at a green light
simultaneously
and i note how rivalry on a high
school synchronized swim team
could actually lead to more synchronicity.
but i've got no one to tell
my conclusion to.
and even if i did, to get it
they'd ask me to show them
my work like in 5th grade math.
when i'd just be wanting to go
where it wasn't boring.
and i see an out of state plate
but i've got no one to punch.
and it's sad sometimes
when things that once meant
something
now mean little -
a nagging memory
like going to roll down a window
on your old car
when you're in your new car
with its automatic everything.
daylight savings time
reminds me of playing in the fields
like there were surrounded
on all sides by empty space
and never feeling lonely.
and for hours and hours
and it never was dark
until you stopped caring.
and someone passing by
might've thought
those children seem so much
stronger
than i remember being.
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