your heartland


shredded and lost in a haze of hope smoke sings
whispers of memory filtered through black coffee paradise

illusory crosses with the moon at the epicenter reflect
blood red mushrooms on the front lawn

cheap trucker hat emblazoned with salmon observes
the family around the fire

coatings of pink antacid dementia and the
tiny paranoid bedroom with a bright tin roof

pit stops blown tires and misunderstandings mean
you could have been born into the wrong family


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