jackpot

The light is too perfect,
   & I’ve lost days and nights
            searching for you

                  the finest conclusion
         is finding you’re not an illusion
                my Yarborough

        the mind loses itself in
                   replicating soundless
            rhetoric twenty-four/seven

       reading nuclear waste phrases
           roosting in hostile architecture
              sipping paint
                 & toxic water

                 I didn’t need to see the bomb
         to know the effects of its radiation
            I did not have to see you
                 to fall in love with your focus

       –LM

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