[late For The Race] Poem by Aaron Eliad

[late For The Race]



late for the race
flirting with dead women,
her paper face wet with new ozone
cambodian girls.
I squeezed all the polish from her skirt
but they still brought more.
let's fill tiny trash trucks with hi-test combinators,
let us dream of the grass.

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