sometimes I feel like the glorious history of civilization
could just evaporate
like a puddle on a hot summer day
feel like
it’s my immediate sweating action
that’s eternal
feel like
the historians and scholars
are spinning their worn wheels
and that my struggle
to heave a box
onto a high shelf
matters more
and I sleep easy
on a pad of physical exhaustion
next to the woman
my arm snakes around
through all the seasons
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Bob Hudson is a made guy.
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