The lightbulbs in my house are covered in dust.
I slip boots over sweatpant legs for a night walk.
Dry wood stuck to a chain link fence.
Why are there lights in the park when there is a curfew?
Mundane daytime obsessions flicker
The stars are piercing.
A dipper, an ice cream truck and an arrow slow my heart.
Waves of insignificance take me back inside where
Cave paintings fill my dreams.
A body in motion 
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