the mugginess of the early summer day
quarter til two overcast, slow
reverberations of muzzled cars and big blue exhaust
or the cold of the house
chilled like the inside of the middle aged
grizzled hispanic's ice cream cart,
sunken eyes and concrete cheekbones
a yellowed cotton ball head and
forearms dotted with the sea of ohio valley hills
my chest feels hollow, an indent in my life where
damp pressure is smothered against it,
a steaming washcloth asphyxiating the void and my lungs are
starting to retreat
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