The real deal this time is not so scary or simple or hard
burning on the tongue, mixed with the dinner from last night
or emptying out again all the trash that has collected.
These floors! There is never any rest, always jumping at the bit
to remember what to do next, forever swallowing down
the salvating ennui, the left over ham, the chance that got away
and now stuck somewhere up to the axles far from any
hope of making it back to what once seemed real.
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