Bad Blood
the hole in the street
is a gaping wound
it’s been here
for two months
now
the walls in the house
groan and ache
as the front yard
hides in shadows
the night is an ocean
set in front of me
while sitting at my laptop
i hear a pattering sound
i open the door
and look outside
to see there’s no rain
but restless crickets sing
a street light flickers
dead stars
the tractor factory
down the hill
has been closed
almost forty years
a casino opened
to pick up the slack
but nothing’s the same
i can feel this town
is dying every day
yesterday
i washed dishes
at a diner
three hours for free
a trial run
and didn’t get it
as a second job
the manager says
there are many others
on trial
a light bleeds
through a crack
under a door
in the other room
the roommate
who wants me to move
stirs
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