fabric sidewalks

At nine p.m. they roll up the crooked sidewalks like they're fabric bolts. And every neon light in the diner window flickers in commercial dim. When winter comes sometimes i drive past the closed ice cream stand and think about what i never did. At nine p.m. they shut off their overhead living room lights. Every dog is in for the night and only the cats are crossing the street. Small town cozy village happy people normal sleepers. so incredibly law-abiding stability's key Not like me. at nine p.m. they roll up the crooked sidewalks like they're Fabric bolts. but i've always felt the need to walk the streets around ten p.m. pretend they're Still concrete.

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