the city was dying
so you built a shop
people will come in
tell you how they like the coffee
that is sourced fairly and portioned neatly
the peantbutter sandwich cuts
the local art shown to a regular community of complimenters
the dog bowls outside on summer days
the dog bowels outside on summer nights
the occasional charity work like that cancer run
which is on the wall there
for those who survived to see
the few who did
who now say that this place
used to be different
that are different
that tell it differently
how the beans once held blood
how the floor once scrapped skin
from those who died for this country
millions of blacks
millions of natives
millions more to come
how the universe forgets the universe
how they had love once too
how they are being too loud in most places
except in themselves
how they used to dance
how there is music everywhere if you listen
how the music in the shop now is annoying
and derivative and worthless and was done
years before
though you bob your head
though so do those who come in
alive from another day
in the city
Mizpellt wurdz 
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