Muffled music shakes
cold tiles like passenger cars chasing
the setting sun out of town.
Remnants left in gradients
beyond frost-covered windows
fade in fluorescent yellow. The day’s
dying flame sparks
college sweethearts– weed
and Lysol– to stumble in
underneath the door. Intrusive
but inevitable like dreams
of getting out of everywhere
I’ve ever been, and the reality
I’m going to miss it all.
A fly, trapped in the ceiling
light, hushes its drone
as he realizes his fate
is found in dozens
of dried husks whose shadows
are their legacy.
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