this event is taking place
in a spasm of time unlike
a dream i can walk up stairs
without leaning against
a wall feeling the cold wet
paint against my cheek carrying
a son to bed there's a man with a
large feline head waiting in
shadow this place is carved
out of a nook in my memory
i have been there daily
but here it is never the same
it is unnerving without
footing purchase relief
concrete there is a realness
to it that is grating like words
whispered in the dark failure
fatherhood around each turn
the hallway creaks yawns
air heavy and black felt-like
and suffocating heat
regrettable death
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