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Get Out Now
This is a retail operation. One minute
The woman with the crazy returns
Yells and the cash register jams;
Next second and I’m climbing over
Boxes in the delivery area, reaching
For that that metal latch on the big door,
Feet caught in old packing tape and string,
Pushing to get out, shoulder to the steel—
Bursting finally into the back lot.
And what a pulse of blooms out here!
Gnarly calla lilies and ivy, plastic toys
Caught in the bush. Everything grows wildly
In California. I’m young and newly here.
Out the gate, into the alley, moving on.
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