My airport
turns on the TV
and falls asleep
in the easy chair.
My bookstore
screws a silencer
onto a pistol.
My insane asylum
plays solitaire
all night long.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

This poem originally published in the Publishing Genius chapbook I’ll Be the Invisible Girl Till the Day I Die. Read the whole collection online at Chapbook Genius.

 

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