the smell of cabbage
and goat
in the hallway
that made me
change my
mind about apartment
living,
nor was it the noise above,
the music
below,
or the clanging
of the elevator
as it rose,
and fell from floor
to floor.
no.
it wasn't that at all.
it was the feeling that
there was
nowhere
to go from here,
but down,
stretched on a gurney
for all to see when
the time
comes.
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