Hell-Dusted Blue Jeans
The Great Plains were over filled with blue jeans.
During the war, the sky was filled with blue jeans.
Was I making up this story? some voice wanted to know.
The corners of the mouth. In high school I worked at the Gap
selling jeans, corduroys, Mountain Dew. Provisions of nourishment.
Call of Duty, Mass Effect video games had colonized my
central nervous system. A frame without a mirror to tell
my fate, I continued a hum along. Like the Great Depression,
each person blaming him or herself for their own ruin.
The stories are all there.
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