What

I don’t want
To talk right now
I’m watching the construction
Of a new McDonald’s
Replacing an old one
I don’t want to talk about it

I’m watching
Sugar, Flour, Salt
Mixing in a bowl by those hands
Mine
I can’t talk about them

When I come home to this place
I am the one who is dreaming
But I’m never gone long enough
From anywhere

I really don’t want to jump
Unless you tell me how far I’ll fall
But you did tell me
And yet I hover

There is more to this
But I need you to write it
The more you tell me
The better

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