and saw the people who were neighbors
watching from the sidewalk.
watching from the sidewalk.
Step, lurch, step with all our bags.
Instinct more than anything led us
to the unknown light switch as memories
of flipping switches on and off–
finding the wall and feeling with a flattened palm for plastic smoothness–
undammed themselves; there was no juice.
Unfamiliarity makes me clutch for something
relatable. Especially when I'm standing
in the croaking, open dark.
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