your mother and father picked out a vacation spot
you all got obsessed with following the weather
plan ahead for the trip of course
handle your bags and things with care
you are on the road for just long enough
to create the kind of curiousity
That makes it all worth it
even if you have to feign amusement as you arrive
Picking out your bed
your place to sleep like a gravestone
Choose that spot under the railing
The rain will clean us
We will sleep on the hill on the concrete
Under the rails
Your mother and your father here on holiday
Aren't you excited
Never to return from that holiday
the death of all is the accepted end
the sunset and soft rain
feign sadness and eat finger food
the long haul has ended
and you all speculate about the worth of the valley
This damp green shadowy cul de sac
put down the tools and prepare for bed
Ask yourself as you pull the blankets up
is this the best way to expire
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