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ziplock bags

staring out into the darkness
beyond the mini blinds of the kitchen window
washing dishes
eyes half focused on gatsby's green light
which turns yellow and then red
before i realize

it is a poem or perhaps something like one
the ability comes flooding back
like the water that fills
the ziplock bags my mother makes me wash
which spring leaks and
dribble inspiration

until i throw them in the garbage
and carry the trash cans out to the street
in the darkness beyond the mini blinds


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