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CUSTOMER SERVICE NIGHTMARE

They want me to address
To feel this pain as a loss
Or liberation, to know
Their transponders their encyclopedias
Haven’t malfunctioned,
That I won’t shoot green lights
On their shower curtains the earth
Under my solace-seeking
Nails as much proof
I empathize with lambs-ear
As sign I’ve been rehearsing
Euripides off camera.
But it’s otherwise, I’m encased
In solid marshmallow
Dying for a grapefruit soda,
I like a harsh word still
And a little book
To copy down the field
I used to run, pure otherwise
In bleach establishments sunset
Arcade-games out of its (and my)