i live in a city of words
in a so so neighborhood
of one of the small paragraphs
you should have read it
before i got here
i am the citizen of a work
that is full of magical-realism
and won't be published
it will be buried
in my body and my mind when i go
to the library in the sky
we are all short stories
and poems and collections of verse
walking and talking and dreaming
some are lists and others
diatribes rant or manifestos
but we all have work to do here
and that is to narrate
to help make sense
when the plot turns
or a chapter begins
or ends
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