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You burn me and go back to sleep.
I squat, naked from the waist down, Splashing water on myself. Using a baby bottle like a cup.
A dead fuse. A disappointment.
Those aren't firecrackers. It's just the pipes.

A beginning that starts somewhere in the middle

Sometimes we all need a little place to call our own. This is mine. Its raw, so far, and I hope over time becomes softer around the edges, dog eared, book-markable. Enjoy.