After ten years on a cul-de-sac,

you can’t remember the taste of black-eyed peas and grits.

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Don’t drop me by the front door.

I don’t know the name for silos.

If I spoke a different language,

my words would have less sharp corners.

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I’m the only one in New York who doesn’t know what it feels like to be 

Over-saturated.

The big apple packaging is not intended to make it look safe.

But I spent hours in Ohio,

advancing but motionless.

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I’ve become accustomed to these cycles.