then you brush your teeth and they put this other stuff on your teeth,
which illuminates what's left of the first stuff,
showing you all the places you do not brush.
this is snow.
we put it everywhere and then we go everywhere we go
we're so sick of it it's like its invisible
until you look and see it's marking every bit of unused space.
This city is no larger than it has to be.
the space between parking spots, the edges of the sidewalks, the tops of buildings, the high-fenced rims of parks.
do not exist again until we step on them.
There is a pile so high on the loew's parking lot that you could hollow a palace inside of it.
I cannot imagine it will ever melt to nothing,
and yet we step on them, the rain and sun step on them,
and it will.
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