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- in a landfill one day i saw an immigrant family take an old bed and strap it across the top of a banged up SUV that was missing it's left front clip, the headlight was taped where a socket would have held it, like a discombobulated eyeball clearly marked on the edge of the mattress was the following in Red Sharpie— "DO NOT SALVAGE" the same warning i remember   writing on Momma's deathbed decades earlier, her stain clearly visible on one side. there was nothing to be said,  even if i _could_ speak fluently against what was apparently —for them— clearly accepted terms... s jones Mar 2021 .
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Mar 1, 2021
Mar 1, 2021 at 6:59 AM UTC
The Mattress
- in a landfill one day i saw an immigrant family take an old bed and strap it across the top of a banged up SUV that was missing it's left front clip, the headlight was taped where a socket would have held it, like a discombobulated eyeball clearly marked on the edge of the mattress was the following in Red Sharpie— "DO NOT SALVAGE" the same warning i remember   writing on Momma's deathbed decades earlier, her stain clearly visible on one side. there was nothing to be said,  even if i _could_ speak fluently against what was apparently —for them— clearly accepted terms... s jones Mar 2021 .
01 Mar 2021
#death#desperation#means
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Mar 1, 2021
Mar 1, 2021 at 6:59 AM UTC
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