Denver

Gasping for water as dry grass crunches underfoot. I walk down wide streets and see no-one out, steel and plastic cubes chock full of people, cars still warm in the parking lots. Strewn with sun and a sense of newness, a country like a tree full of ripe, low-hanging fruit with the dollar as a picking tool. The woman from behind the counter in Wendy’s gets into the one beat up car in sight. A 40oz drink cup makes sense in the context but what of the subtext and did anyone read the pretext and I think I’m asking the right questions but

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