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slim escape hatches and not so slim people in need of escape
(while listening to Revelator, Gillian Welch)

grandma sociopath, her teeth do smell
but her bite is something profound
they talk about her at the rest stops
they talk about her in the hole
grandpa not much, he struggles all day
at night the fairies rub his back
you see them flitter at the border crossing
you see them falter just before daylight

oxygen tanks get passed out in my community
seems everyone is having trouble inhaling
i don't seem to have any trouble taking my smoke in
everytime it knocks, i find a way to let it waltz through
Congress sent a man to inspect my height
he couldn't walk straight

it's happy hour inside the smoke and fire
slim escape hatches and not so slim people in need of escape
they find themselves at the same garage sale
they feel they are on the same page

Congress sent a man
bite is something profound
fairies rub his back
trouble inhaling
same garage
same page

in need of escape
i don't seem
walk straight
                    ---Scott Wannberg

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