the reminder that weeks before
birthdays can often contain the dregs
sloshing around in unpleasant fashion
churning, maybe, or bumping around
there are better angles to see from
but the other windows are already closed
drawing curtains much too fast
remembering or wondering after last year
an escape of some kind, was it
or just adjusting eyes to the darker light
fading into the traffic
get used to anything, you can, who used to say
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