| Burning
Out
by
Jill James
We
burned the instant coffee
stared at fanblades
while the future failed
like our Gristedes furniture
Our world was a dive
we leaned over the edge and threw up
we were sad, we had dandruff
we went bald too young
I wish we could have met up
you and I,
trashy, in flight
thin and broke
we could have been happy and dull
We could have burned out right
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