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2023-07-09
drunk by noon


A grey wind smelling of old bowling alleys blows in from the outer boulevards. Tow trucks and plumbing supply stores. Funeral homes and Spanish-language Bible pushers. Build a barrel fire in the warehouse. Eastern European grandmothers passing a bottle of vodka. We're all drunk by noon.


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