We walk along the canal. People everywhere. Down on some rocks at the water’s edge a lone young man expertly plays an accordion. The image he cuts makes us both laugh like fools. I smile at bums and old ladies and babies and lovers and they all look at me with a desperate light in their eyes that says fuck…I remember...I'm alive.
Head on a pillow and clothes on the floor I sweat and shiver, something is wrong. I want someone to call, to come save me, but the woman who used to won’t and the one that will is too far away. This is my future, drool going cold on the sheets, muscles stiffening. I pass out hoping I wake up. I need to make things right.
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