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​The mountains look closer than they are
morning fog misting across the first teasing taste of sun
you could almost pluck a handful of cottony gas
following Appalachian tradition of reaching up at the sky
fingers barely scraping it

Used to be a farm, she told me
used to have a horse from Long Island and these trees,
all this brush and crap used to be gone
I plan to fix up these houses and convert the place into a 
writers' retreat one day

There was a whistling in my ears and live coals licking
the walls of my chest
in all the movies, the audience knows better than to open a window
better burn than blow up, but
the character never does and never gets the chance 

Small towns gossip like Zumba moms at the studio
the effort sweats out toxins and drinks in tea
each session a chance to pull bigger weights, 
wear taller sneaks. Here, no one grows up;
​just bigger