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married, with kids, in Minneapolis
you lust over details of everything you missed
your best friend is calling you from Los Angeles
you’re married, with kids, in Minneapolis.
there’s room for improvement, you need to buy a fridge
the in laws are moving in, the heat is on the fritz
read your past in polaroids, like ancient hieroglyphs
mummify your memories in Minneapolis
Killer Joe and that time, time, time
you OD’ed in the line, line line
at the waiting room
in the ICU
the tour bus, the toothbrush, have fallen off the grid
when life hands you leather, you’ve no choice but to submit
still run the risk, the cracking of the whip
married, with kids, in Minneapolis
Killer Joe and that time, time, time
you OD’ed in the line, line line
at the waiting room
in the ICU
saw you at Schubas, guerillas in the missed
I paid for my ticket, though I was on the list
exonerated from your crimes by missing witnesses
just married, with kids, in Minneapolis
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