so dark. without knowing I left myself
and saw as I stepped away, past a war memorial
over damp black grass and past a road sign
without knowing myself I left.
on the bus, I was there again
staring at me from the black
window,
holding a bag, clothes sagging
humid night walking from the bus
went up the hill in warmth, melted my brain away
remembered those honeyed cashews
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