February 20

What some call luck was earned by choice, by the cut
and the saw and by us bucking all the grand
gestures set up to keep us stuck. We’ve stuck the spurs

to the hind of this life and struck. Blew
up the bridges that suckled us. Yup,
we are demons, tucked in flames. We’ve seen
roads run amok or erode.

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