ENTROPY
tacos under a small rain, light beers
the air a petrichor mush weeping into the untended spaces in our chests
a woman with a mouth like a carp,
gulps down cigarettes like little white mints
clouds smear into sky around the restaurant
a dark breast pushing behind it all
the edges the smoothed sheen of a spaceship wall
it was going to get awful
for a long time
almost like all this light is a waste
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