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Robyn Art

Weapons in the Home

Suddenly, we don’t eat out.
We don’t “grab something” on the road.
Suddenly, there’s very
little road to be had. There’s the New Austerity
which isn’t that different
from the Old Austerity.
Way back (this would be ’92)
everyone was drinking ten glasses of water a day,
not yet hop to the hypnotremia scare.
Little more divided our childhoods
than the presence or absence
of secondhand smoke.
There’s back pain.
There’s all this laundry to do.
Every so often, we invoke
what is generally known as The Old Days:
Hustling on the midway,
jumping off the trestle,
shit that way funny maybe
twenty years back.