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I sit
No sound I utter The fridge Drones on Intruding upon wind Rustling by Down streets Filled with discarded plastic bags Tumbling Into gutters Washing, churning Breaking down Through clogged sewer pipes Emerging Blasting On frothing waves Crushing in Upon the shore Breathing Back into us all
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Untitled~~2002
my teeth are white my dog is cute my children~~relentless my townhouse~~too small, but stylish my bills are paid credit cards maxed my towels match the green trim on the bathroom vanity my tv screen is big my car is new all for the price of everything i am |
AuthorBA Hubert lives in Vancouver British Columbia, and is a prose craftsman -- perpetually curious, cheeky, and serious all at once. Archives
February 2026
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