Fresh Wax

Below the gymnasium you’ll find:
Dirt, confused red worms, dried and pressed dandelions,
crushed corn chips in useless bags,
the skeleton of an unknown species of mouse,
an incomplete hole dug by a restless mole,
who emerged only to crash his head against hardwood.

You’ll discover soft caramel made into brick,
rotting love letters from a boy named Miles,
petrified oak roots, nitrous cooking capsules,
sunken squirreled dreams twisted and pressed
forever under the weight of bonds for education.

This place wasn’t here days before, and now it is.
Everything and everyone is confused.


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