they gathered at the location of dispersal. delirious apples redirected crime via immodest science. it became irrelevant as police cars & their wailings faded into her dream.
& in her dream she sleeps on buttercups, the river above her head the stars at her feet
when she viewed herself again on the perpetual news she desired herself as an abstraction desires salted bread. one day it will be the weekend oppressively. she said goodbye as though it was possible to mean anything.
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