Over packed power strips buzz just loud
enough to drown out the people outside.
When she walks up the stairs to the balcony
where her apartment is; she stops three steps
shy of the top and has a staring contest with
a lizard trying to blend in with the grass.
Rows of people pour out of mass with
massive appetites they quench with dollar
sandwiches made by people who haven’t
been kids for only a year.
Gallons of beer sloshes in the backs of
trucks in transit to the parties and special
occasions that are marked by the return of
the ever-present sun.
There is no one willing to be made
uncomfortable by the truth in this age
where old train tracks are still in use along
side drones that are flown by a series of
numbers in sequence.

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