the times of moving.
eighteen in all.
most
against my will.
or trying to get closer
to someone
i wasn't close to
at all.
seven states
two countries.
the boxes, the trucks.
the plugging
in and out
of sockets. the nails
pulled
and struck again into
new walls.
up goes everything one
more time,
one last time, i ponder
and then
goodnight, that's all.
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