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I remember drab linoleum

like a jaded family reunion

in muggy midsummer there are

flies making figure eights

over the casserole

that place is where

my loneliness begins.

a fan in the corner

is humming dust bunny confetti

around my bedroom

occasionally I hear

a lock turn over

the wood is splintered

at the bottom of my door

they won’t believe me

but it’s louder than

my songs

that rattle paper walls

like sudden cracks of thunder.