thin air

The skies grow into dumpsters and potholes.
Flies deceive winds on twisted legs,
flies warp the wings of fabled giants
longing for the Sun. Never mind.
The plants you don’t want to care for
will be defiled and deified. The pants
you don’t want to wear anymore
will be donated to Venusians, and everything
you touch will turn into thin air.

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