4:36 am is the Tuesday of my 5-day sentence

in my juvie dream we ate busted versions
of summer foods
charred newspaper and
vanilla ice cream
in the shapes of cherries

the items were distributed
unequally

Mary was there for one day

would I get phone privileges

to keep up communication

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a reproduction of our scene
spread like butter on the inside
of my forehead

it could seep out, or
it's a drive in movie

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headlines,
on a rare cloudy cloudy morning