home from work
opening the door
to my apartment
stepping into
the space before sleep
thick
a vegetarian's assumption
of bologna
(not baloney)
moist and stale
held in a waiting case
nothing changed since
the last time
(solitary deli dweller)
shuffling
slicing off intervals
thick, thin
a pile before bed
inevitable, machined
no need to take a number
sink into the cellophane
wrap and tag and pass along
sanitary silence
darkness serves us all
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