Came home and crashed against the smell of closed up spaces,
tucked up tight in myself, aerodynamic
and a face full of wind,
I had nothing.
The others all fled to their separate,
and I with nowhere,
with no run left in me.
I opened my mouth and nothing came out.
The place was closed against me.
I didn’t belong to it as I should,
couldn’t remember how.
The stairway turned a shoulder,
the windows ignored me, the light switch
suffered me in silence.
In the night the dog in her sleep
set to howling.
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