Meadows

The air conditioner is broken
the tires are flat
there is no money in the coin jar
or the brim of his hat.
There is salt on the table
it shouldn’t be there
her tits walk past her window
I put my drink down and stare.
They tell her she is beautiful
they tell her she’s hot
an old man in a jump suit
scrapes the concrete in the lot.
The cat paws at a blanket
draped over the fence
I try to tell her everything
but nothing makes sense.

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