San Francisco, July 2018

Radium waves crash against a black beach. Pilgrims from Toledo
 rub sunscreen on pasty ribs,
kick an embroidered sack of beans across a circle, 
shade their screens from the sun,
swipe left and left and right, 

Every time we think the great migration has climaxed
 God shoves his fingers in deeper,The city shifts and gasps
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