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LABYRINTH

I drove looking for your house your car white I had never been inside

license plate memorized it’s not this driveway this

dead lawn No flags for you no cheap holiday decoration

lashing the bushes you had money. Lots of land somewhere my car

couldn’t take me. Miles of trees I cried after three hours circling

the same mailbox out of gas. Someone came by with a can

filled me up I could have fucked him/ didn’t. I saw

the pictures. Your back door. The dog

licking the screen the endless green of your kingdom your arms

spread wide and the only truly cruel thing you ever said

Darling, you will never find it.