Green Vein

Propping the heavy window with her sun-beaten head,

the sun-blocked mother scolds her noisy, noisy, atomic kids,

her electronic daughter hopping over a green vein,

in her pink battery powered convertible, her proton son

pushing his purple, plastic lawnmower into her bright red tail light,

startling the starving horse chewing grass above the dead husband

who’s coiling the slack.

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