poem

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I wait to go
bowling the key ring, scabbing the label

drinking as slowly as I can
which ain't very slow, I guess

waiting

texting & texting & texting
how lame-o!

& waiting, of course

hanging out
making your hit counter giddy

making you happy, too

we should build two time machines & place one
inside the other

& ruin waiting forever

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