after five minutes I am lost
but I know exactly where I am
the dried up concrete buckling under
every step – same as yesterday
or was that Tuesday?
my feet move mindlessly
dragging me where they know to go
even though
there is nowhere to go
in this town
I make circles
forgetting how I get from one place
to another
I stroll along serenely, with my eyes, my shoes, my rage –
forgetting everything
mind racing for minutes
or has it been hours?
worn holes crack through the rubber
as I feel the heaves in the road
after five minutes I am lost
and I don’t want to be found
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