Displaced in time,
Word without a mother,
There was a cat in my room before I even turned the key.
Rolling hills, distant suicide, sun cracking through the flesh.
Brick walls, television chatter, a cake of mildew on the floor.
Fat man, slide me my key. Fat man, slip a paper in my hand.
Until the end of time.
Shady Grove Motel
Daniel James 2012
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