City of Progress


Each day, another building

materializes: a post-urban

themed burrito restaurant,

a payday loan kiosk,

an abandoned gas station

shuttered with plywood.


Some think the dead build them

while we sleep.

Others believe


there’s a city behind the city

being slowly revealed to us.

It’s wondrous, really—


we’re moon-eyed with wonder—

really.


The photographs go all runny,


and we carve busts of the saviors

from Styrofoam.


We are too alone

to be lonely.

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