mat
from my front door, i turn off
the phone.
i tell the mailman
enough.
no need to deliver here anymore.
i cut the wires
to the internet.
put the computers on the curb.
i'm off the grid.
i'm out of touch, out
range.
i'm buying a chicken ranch
in Middleburg.
if you need a dozen brown
eggs,
come on out, otherwise
forget you ever knew my name.
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