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Every Day, a poem

Every Day, a poem

Every Day

The puppy galloped through the garden

While the Fed-Ex guy told me about how

His brain was fried. People keep offering

Me beer, he says. They say they’ll hide it

in my water bottle, but one accident

and I’ll lose my job. God, I need it though.

The tourists make everything harder as they walk

Down the center of the streets. Cruise ships

Anchor in the harbor. One has a giant slide

That goes all the way around the ship, even on the outside.

I feel like I’m on that every day, just going down.

Hey. Is that your puppy eating something?

I tell him, She chews at the roots of things, too.

Every day.


Hey, thanks for listening to Carrie Does Poems.

The music you hear is made available through the creative commons and it’s a bit of a shortened track from the fantastic Summer Spliff by Broke for Free.

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