Remember when you walked here
Four years ago?
On this wannabe
Twenty percent pure backlot
Choking in bricks made of Styrofoam
And interchangeable front doors.
Remember when you laughed
When you were sad,
about to break down sad,
worked when you were sick,
and screamed bloody hell
at coworkers
who’d never hurt you.
You left vestiges.
Men walking backwards
Peddle memories
And watch the place
Be devoured
In photographs.
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