the doctor hooked me up
with that k2, have mercy.
it's almost gone, a day later, from more
night times wasting around in the city
sauntering off to afternoon eyes blinked out of slumber
swarming with old loves laughing and smiling
without no one by their sides.
all dead friends found wandering
abandoned churches like allergens cracked off of skin
they remember
climbing determined up to banners and testing
their trauma against the whips of
the autumn wind. here in
another uneasy heartland neighborhood,
when times are rough
with the precision of the slick night streets
and the downy hollow of a widow's shriek,
more struggle she knows
once the winter dulls to a sharp spring sting
blooming poison lifting to nostrils carved from
icy months confined
to home in bed again where
no new or old lovers she'll find
amidst no roaring static, her
late life reflections
slowly dry
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