90 degrees by ten in the morning, dirty
silver sky and you were telling me i
was nothing and i was watching you bleed
i was a believer in
time and in distance
in failure
house smelled of decay, of brutal heat and
damp corners and we were waiting for the
parade with our flags in tatters
we were writing letters to the dead and
dreaming of answers that would never arrive
dog was chained to a
tree and starving to death
child playing at the edge of the road and
i was crawling across the bedroom floor
was looking in the other direction
when i heard someone call my name
looked back and the child was gone
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