should i eat or go to sleep
at such a late hour?
six minutes before 5 a.m.
and i haven’t heard the crow
of a rooster in years,
stuck in concrete.
some call it a jungle.
i miss the grass
of my childhood.
the same grass i could never sit on,
because even if i never let it touch my skin
i would somehow get a rash, somehow.
and the puppy that used to chase us
as we ran with the mop in our hands,
grew up and died, and i am still here,
up four minutes before 5 a.m.
with a dentist appointment at two thirty.


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