A shoebox full of broken promises
a half inch of contaminated topsoil
a night sky, inky and orange
scraps of burned meat on the barbecue grate
a tunnel transporting groans and squeaks
a swallow's nest in the broken eaves
a hole in the chain link fence by the river.
I've been doing everything one-handed
stubborn and half-asleep
a thousand unopened messages
unshaven, stumbling through blacked-out streets
no car keys, no wallet
a pen and notebook in my pocket
I have no idea how I got here.
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