in my best friend’s
rec room
after singing
“Up against the Wall”
against a wall
in the backyard
where one time
a neighbor and I
convinced my brother
to strip inside
a tent
to streak
around the cul-de-sac
in a pup tent under a tree
raccoons
breaking into a backpack
stealing bites
of pepperoni
from a side pocket
on a folding cushioned
chair
just small
enough
to fit
in my Escort Hatchback
in too many beds
after watching
model trains
swirl
around a bar
after
listening to airplanes
land near a restaurant
after ripping off
a beltloop
to get rid
of that lock you latched
on the couch where back cushions
hug me to sleep
on a Blue Sky Motel
mattress
being eaten
from the inside by mice.
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