buzz of confusion, blurry eyed
little black hairs line the rim around the sink
a single-file army of disembodied ant legs
left behind by a vengeful deity
all too often I forget to observe
sleepwalking in a haze of old hurts
running over them like a tongue runs over a cut in a cheek
slowing healing for brief satisfaction
if you placed me but ten minutes away
from the house I've lived in for sixteen years
I might not be able to find my way back home
I've been nothing
all this time
tired, listless
almost blind
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