Accommodations
One spring and summer
of my life I lived nowhere
because that bed belonged
to someone I had been
before and I had gone
too far beyond. I was
scarce, I was like a silence.
After everyone slept,
where could I go, could I
climb in the dry bathtub,
was I going to break through
the weak lock on the back
door of a house where
people hated me, what if
I crashed on their couch
but I left before they knew
I’d been there. And if I
were still like myself and
I got that I could no longer
keep going, but it was clear
I couldn’t stay, either.
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