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at a hotel room i look in a trash can for clues next to the staircase in the street i see a dead body zipped up in an orange sleeping bag on a dirty table in a makeshift clinic i lay naked i travel in a time machine that looks like a shitty one bedroom apartment my big grey dog is bleeding under a sheet i have to adjust his oxygen tube several times i need to go back to 1987 because it was cheaper to do laundry i hold change in my hands in the middle of an empty yellow laundromat time travel is bloody there is blood everywhere i am tired of surviving i cry this again and again in to the fur of my now dead dog at night i reach 1987 when i fly over the ocean the lighthouses wink at me i fail to notice the beauty in this
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AuthorMichelle Tinklepaugh Archives
April 2023
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