i pick up some indian
food,
carry away
from the local new restaurant
next to dominos.
a bag of what, i don't know.
i just point at a line
on the menu
and say one of those,
but it gets the best of me.
it's a long dark night
of sweating,
and prayer
on the cold bathroom
floor.
i have to stick with what
i know.
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