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GIVE ME BACK MY PHONE

The stadium was packed with a thousand pre-teens
Waving electricity over our heads. It was a small stadium.
My funniest friend was putting out sparks
With a large slurpee. If anybody was making a triangle
or a double-u with their hands, we were thinking
About feeling like a civil rights lawyer
On the other side of the country. On the other side
Of the harbor, fireworks, lightning, shellfish, Truffaut.
A hurricane was already in the mail. A videotape
Was already being fast-forwarded.