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A Reminder, This Is
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A Reminder, This Is

back alley blistered
raw hands clenched, while
retching last night
into a corner,
I’ve been there.
sitting back
against the cool brick
to spit,
I tell myself
I’m young.

riding buses past
broken farms and
black dust,
remnants of a
generation,
I’ve been there.
nose on the glass,
dilapidated America
mile marker 59.

last night even,
staring up
through the ceiling
at stars I couldn’t
see. there was
a moment
in the plaster
that shook me.
I was there
at the beginning
before you,

and I was
fine.

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