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Kay Ireland
Poems
Aug 2017
Boston
There's **** on the floor of the Blue Line.
It's one in the afternoon,
Tuesday.
This is the poetry
I don't like writing.
About the
Fight Club
anarchism
without the sense of purpose.
I watch a man cry
over aΒ woman's leftover Chipotle.
Eight feet away:
the passage of pills between palms.
I don't know the contents
any better than they do.
I keep my blind eye
and loose change.
I keep my middle class pride
safe for another day.
#boston
#anarchy
#drugs
#addiction
Written by
Kay Ireland
Vermont
(Vermont)
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