jackery

some battery pack for off-grid survival
we need to quit
the jackery
at this point
prodigal mama’s boy
descends
into
infernos of his own creation
twists
complains
*dear god*
[dot dot dot]
he is texting and driving
[dot dot pause]
*i have an ear infection*
his mom
clueless
texts her unwavering support to me
oh
say
23 years late

4-10-24

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