Noah Falck & Matt McBride




the problem is
no moment is now

and the ugliness
we sing in favor of

walks through someone
else’s memory

“polyester pants”
is how we say

we want to be forgotten


all the flags fray
from August light
in the home away

from home away
from the end
arriving in voices

arriving as a kind of
prerecorded weather


we Scotch-taped
the pigeons together
into sooty pillows

fielded the hills
with abandoned shoes
as a sort of celebration

the streetlights stuttering
something profoundly democratic


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