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Oh my [BLASPHEMY REDACTED]...

I hate Biddeford-Saco so much right now.
.....

I do not hate Biddeford Saco with the burning heat of a thousand suns.

I hate it with the bitter, uncaring yet inimical cold
of a thousand days
where the snow turns to rain
and then freezes onto everything.

I have wished upon the intersection where I missed the bus
(twice, before dawn)
untold curses
(although hopefully they won't fall upon it tomorrow morning
when I'm going to have to be there again.)
I have wished upon the 4x4
going too slow in front of me--
and then running the red light--
future run-ins with unmarked police cars.
I have wished upon the storm
the fate of Mr. Hands.

--I do not care about impossibility right now,
impossibility is what I have to accomplish this week.

But on the town
its downtown combining the confusingness of Portland's downtown
with a worse version of the depressingness of Manchester's,
its abandoned factories . falling apart
its cheap chinese restaurants . getting robbed nightly
its miles of godawful tourist traps
and godawful auto dealerships
its population of alcoholic french canadians
(at odds with the incoming artists
who will probably end up just as destitute)
I wish nothing
unless one count this:

right now, I feel that town deserves everything that has happened to it.