i came home
i came home with stuttered feet
seemingly clambering for rooted ground,
walking from one bus to another tolled by gin and sachet tea
washed by red beer ~ slip on graveled streets
in lamp~lighted corners
one morning
moments
before
the sun outside saw
the burning inside me
throw a stupor
of sleep.
i came home
and fast on my bed
dreaming.
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