darkish light

February 24, 2012
i’m lost on purpose
I know my way home but
i’m going the rightwrong way

over train tracks rust
and through careless litter

I’ve never been down
This street

the lady
stands in the gleam of
a lone street lamp
in the
graphite grey

her back
is turned to me
a hood is pulled over her head and
I cannot see
Her face

it starts raining a little
I’m wet so I get unlost and
go home

i won’t open the
at the end of the hall

there are shoes stacked
in front of the

I wont open that door
because I know what will be
Behind It

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