Minor Crisis Mostly Averted
I shut the screen door on the night and made
A daytime of my dirty clothes, piled on the floor.
Under the floorboards, alley cats disemboweled city mice,
While this city, I called it listless, held me like a bible,
And here is some truth: I woke up with all my blood
Still on the inside, and still wanting, with all my hyperbaric heart,
To graffiti my own name on the overpass: I Loves
I. Now, to perfect all my quiet rebellions; don’t die.
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