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it starts with a list of names, maybe
shawn
Miami Jenny
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Florida. You could name a person that.
- an experiment in aspiration
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the night Trump won the Florida primary
I was eating crackers. can’t believe
the AP reporter said it in the headline.
the next week she covered the gawker
trial. It was like reading pieces of a
detective novel in the paper. the Trump
one was more like a Robert Hass poem
or a song like getting between something
& the idea of it
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Weird how many articles X writes about
the opioid epidemic & we never say how the world
is something we keep being a part of & no one wants to feel.
addiction is more like an allergy to me Most days,
even the bad ones I don’t hate it here but I also remember
how it lands like lead in you & comes from // nowhere
Sarasota, 1998
One of the years we visited my grandparents in Florida my mom had just taken me to get my hair cut short. The way I chewed on the ends drove her crazy. She gave me a doll of a Pokemon so I would do it. I thought I looked like a boy. I looked like a Beatle. The Pokemon looked like a fox. I remember some things. An argument about chicken hurt my grandmother’s feelings. I don’t think I saw palm trees until they started going there in the Winter. Looking at them from the taxi and the world looked very big and possible. Like how I used to think about Europe before I lived there. It still can be like that. I mostly notice after it rains in Los Angeles. I was bored a lot there, too. I threw fits. But it always felt good in the beginning for no reason.
- the slowly sinking state
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wish South Beach architecture could exist as a font
There should be a better way to hold on to nice buildings
like, between real estate & a photograph
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space through time: $15 to tour
the Fountain of Youth Architectural Park
in St. Augustine. Can you really blame
someone for not wanting to be
the President?
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There is a facebook page you can read about florida farm crime
It has a meme that says which farms get robbed