I
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No.
The doors are closing.
I’ll smile.
Exhale.
II
Onychophagia –
ruinous return.
My fingers hurt.
III
I saw the sunset,
seeping low,
beyond the estate houses.
The tracks railriver
on(‘n on [‘n on])ward.
IV
Country music
piping (live) through air –
headphones hearing YouTube.
I took a taxi overground…
Fuck that tomb-train rapid-transit!
V
I think I’ll write another one,
a different style this time,
to capture when I do the return journey.
But now? Sierra Ferrell,
once Spotify stops buffering.
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william altoft 