Family!
the junked phone booths
late-Cambrian trash
modern landfill space
higher than temporal charges
till my cell rang
"Rooooob"
my sister's husband's brother
luck-downed loser
finally jobbin' it
with Sun Don't Shine LLC
how's the booth bashing
bro
I was just takin a leak
behind a tree he starts
me: ignoring the mid-story
thinkin'
ain't no trees
out Cambrian way,
not for ever so
(him still jaw-flappin)
they took off without me
he says/I says
who's payin' for this call
and when are you/I don't know he says
them green-pole trees
and giant flies freakin' me
TPS'll find you
I says, writing "Late Carb" on my screen
this one last damn time
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