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Jan 2013
—That 'Oh ****' moment
right as you catch your toe
on the crack in the sidewalk—

—the ground rushing up
no matter how awesome
your impression of a windmill—

—and for some godforsaken reason
that ***** street-water puddle
is always there to 'catch' you—

—and your bag of groceries.
Some days are like that.
Isoindoline
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