or hunger,
or thirst.
you don't forget
the ragged
clothes.
the shoes with holes.
you don't forget
the hot rooms
without air conditioning,
the radiators
clanging all night
with wet
heat.
you don't forget
the bugs, the mice.
the one bathroom
down the hall, a line,
six deep.
the leaks,
the drips from the roof.
the barking dog,
the broken screens
and windows,
the flies.
you don't forget
any of it, it sticks to you,
from cradle
to the grave,
beyond.
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