Poem: Ascending Inertia

Oh, Dixon St Steps! all one-hundred-and-fuck-off of you! you don’t scare me… now

we haven’t dealt with each other in years.

and there’s baggage, of course.

you were the reason my degree came so late.

(it had to be you – couldn’t possibly be my fault).

an old woman slipped at the top, fell almost to the bottom – and died.

not possible, but the story persists.

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