[ToC]

 

WELCOME TO THE SITUATION

[Potsdamer Platz, Berlin]

Kathleen Heil

 

 

I am trying to figure out how I feel
about how I feel about you. Let me

tell you what I don't know—that love
dissolves into tears, a little synthetic

promise of joy on the tongue. At six a.m.,
the quick red fox double-crossed Karl Marx

Strasse. The Okkupanthers gave up &
bought land & still got cancer & died.

The shopping mall contains monuments
to the failed regime, confirmation in the form of          

curly fries: the only alternate economic models
left in the sale aisle of the TK Maxx.

 

 

 

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