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AT FOREIGN

AT FOREIGN
Ben Nardolilli

Out alone with my bag friends,
I gush and shout to them,
We’re all expats here,
>From Iowa to San Francisco,
Especially after we turn 30.

The basement is nothing
Foreign to us, especially at night,
Roofs and attics are graceful,
But we take to the cool dark
If that is all we can swim into.

We sleep past mentions of us
Because it is a necessity,
Faking chains and franchises,
We attempt at trending,
So our names can reach to China.

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