A Radical Notion
Graffiti on the bridge read: You have no future in administration.
My heart opened like a scantron sheet with every bubble filled in.
Society had run out of things to weaponize—even the ugly plums.
I told myself not to think, but it was like spitting into a high creek.
My worries like hot missalettes they shoved into our church arms.
I preferred to take my arms into the woods for a thorough scaring.
Knew it was wrong, but still wanted to eat a cactus heart someday.
Savannah took a cactus out of her blouse and then she disappeared.
Nobody wanted to purchase our grass bracelets, not even out of pity.
The administration retracted the definition of renewable energy.
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