up the stairs a sign,
not finding
the memory or the words
that you
had in mind.
putting your keys
in the ice box, leaving
your dog all night
in the yard.
the slight slip
on a name you mispronounce,
the up and down
through the night,
steering yourself
to the bathroom
to trickle out what you can,
is it all a sign,
is it the future you're
staring at,
or has it arrived.
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