Went to the Dairy Freeze
last night—dipped in color-
ful sprinkles. Walked
the
two blocks of back alleys,
past the rusting chair by
the curb, past the peonies.
Went to the Dairy Freeze
last night—crunched tarred
chipped roads as I walked
my coney dogs home.
Nothing
was clairvoyant, as usual.
Went to the Dairy Freeze
last night—tried to forget
the ice-cream, the numb
pinching force in my skull,
the lawless hunger of need,
needing someone, anyone,
to walk with me back home.
pinching force in my skull,
the lawless hunger of need,
needing someone, anyone,
to walk with me back home.
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