being back in Minnesota
is being back in who i was 3 months ago
without ever hitting 88 on the freeway home
leaving the house as a shamed pup
i take off my shoes so they stop tearing at my ankles
and walk night sidewalks
that will be buried 3 feet cold in another 3 months
my feet are so sensitive that i have to walk on the gutter
i think about Katie
and about old money and the smell of her Kentucky air
and my fingers spread at my side
in a phantom romantic gesture
i sob uncontrollably on the swingset at the park
i twitch when she says she now makes love
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