eighteen minutes
to 1:00 AM
scruffy dogs bark
at orange cats
the world outside
is cold and dark
the moon no longer
gives a damn
everything seems
willing to give up--
the peeling yellow
paint on the wall,
the blinking cursor
on Microsoft Word,
Life falling in Time
as Haettenschweiler
size 12,
boldfaced,
underlined,
justified.
but what of
this heart
beating you
feeling you
every second
everywhere
anyhow?
i do not know.
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