CARDIGAN​

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“We pay people to scavenge and
            raid               abandoned
houses in            Detroit suburbs           ”

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People’s uncles melt on a hangwire
          revenge in the itch of
this cardigan wool
sags of brown, crease

“It’s from the ‘30s

                       —or something ”
The holes make it heavier too
           (or something)

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“$300”

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Kidnapped from
    post-recession rot
          asbestos cologned
I dine myself    a
                     moth

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“Yeah, that
        looks good        on you            ”
His shag cut makes it
enticing

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His Venmo
chirps