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a man dances to Can’t Stop by Red Hot Chili Peppers     alone     in the cereal aisle. between cartoon tigers. and family-size oatmeal squares. his cart idling      a parked thought

“Can't stop, addicted to the shindig
Chop Top, he says I'm gonna win big”

I’ve lost my cap and gown. high school. that collection of strings that hangs from it— can’t think of it at the moment
he spins doesn’t care
only me noticing
I know where my diploma is— pretty sure. college. the paper inside the leather folder— a certificate for surviving.
should I be keeping it?

“Choose not a life of imitation”
oh—
I need more bread


point is. a pencil dulls—
can only be sharpened so many times before the wood becomes nothing
choose not a life of imitation
tossed are the things we no longer use. made new from the things we buried behind closet doors

ingredients:
1 body
1 uncertain future
trace amounts of courage

directions:
open to find self. apply three times daily. best with meals—
a full belly of potential.
better spend a couple more while I’m here

TASSEL! there it is I knew it would come back

what do we keep
what do we lose
what do we need

a man dances. the song can’t stop. his cart still idling—
like a parked thought

we have each other in the truth.
there it is

you.