you go home
and empty
your pockets.
pulling
them both
out like
white flags.
keys,
and change,
tumble
to the floor.
a few dollars
unspent, float
down. a mint,
a napkin
with a smudge.
you take
your shoes
off and fall
into bed.
you listen
to the wind
scratch
a branch
against the
window. there
have been
better
nights.
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