on shaky ground,
I skirt the sinkhole. . .
round and
round and
round
I run
edges crumbling
underfoot
–doors bangin’
house gone,
wind still
but not calm
–so still,
I only hear
that damned b*tch
Sue.
dopplering the past
(tense)
Sue.
Sue sighs.
(and she already had)
over again,
and I can’t believe–
won’t
C A N N O T
believe–
don’t
she
returned.
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