Trailer Park Quarterly V2

You Just Cant Kill Us

For The Teacher Who Said
Id Be Dead By Now

You just cant kill us.
Were dandelions
on a green front lawn.

Were up your crack.
We multiply
like frigging rabbits

like mold growing
on energy
efficient windows

like furry things
who wont scurry
from soft white light
on your carpeted hall.

We make you gasp
when we sashay past
in short little shorts
at the shopping mall.

We beat a rhythm
on old store benches.
Were a rock of ages
in wind skinny fields.

Weve got permanent
roots of dirt in the lines
of our palms and street
on the bottoms of our feet.

We flip off your
gated neighborhood
every time we breathe.

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