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cliche for drinkers
so many questions
and she wants to be a child again
when night meant something more
an elusive sign
calling for her to go home

bicycle paths led to a house
she made in the woods

a million dangers that came before
ending the night alone

song for a million cricket cries
swept her to a pillow
in her room

she feels traces at night
of what it was supposed to be
and what can be said but
“I feel it, too”