way back when
the
nights
lasted
till
dawns sickly grey slices
and
i
would wake out-of-time and juxtaposed
there
would
be a brown mouse
on
his
back legs
on
the bedroom floor
looking at me
and
our eyes would lock
and
my hangover would pause
i am NOT alone i would think
then
we
went
about
our
day
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