Black, White, & Red All Over

I’m tossing myself at you
the way a soggy newspaper
slams and slides against a vacant home.
Tucked back somewhere within our nostalgia
it may have been well received then.
My words are sloppy and bleeding
and apparently I’m too early
or maybe too late.
Either way,
you can expect me here
day after day.

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