Cold nights make me think
of frozen bagels versus fresh
versus my warm bed versus sleeping
and dying under the overpass
sounding impossibly tragically
funny to me, like overruling
the undertow or high-fiving
the guy who lowballed his offer
on your collection of hawk feathers
and string. In the Museum
of Horrible Outcomes,
the Unfettered Capitalism exhibit
runs
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