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Don’t You Dare Act Up!

Drinking a lemon zinger
in this tight-ass box

I wonder what’s

so wrong with
living the life
of an escape
artist.

Escape artist.
Escarpment.

Odd, these
memories,
how they
labyrinth
at twilight.
So at odds
with feeling

[Vertigo.
Escargot.]

so high the
entire time.
Check myself
in the mirror.  The
enormous salad
I’m going to
eat in an hour.