impasse

the emergency door latch
remains out of reach.

at the foot of an escalator,
glancing at my severed big toe.

you and your invite
to a night’s Karaoke.

scenes from laughable horror movies
fading against Helvetica’s smooth backside.

what a proper mother attempts
to protect you from, timelessly.

where did we go the night when
the town’s lit polar bear suddenly died?

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