for Mary K
waking to the sound
of aluminum bunk beds against plastered walls
the begrudging water falls
to fill the chipped tub
and one man rests on a sofa
sipping matte and humming
old leonard cohen songs sweat
through the layers of carpet
to wake me fully
before i see that bus i need
pass the house, full of people
and not one of them looking back.
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