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Nov 2012
I have reached the point where
the imprint of my body stains the couch
Refrigerator and shower find common ground
in their abandon
The last time I opened my door was
three days ago, maybe four
Dust swims in one shaft of light
That ******* crack that sneaks
through every shaded window
I would ask for help
but the only person that could
won't
Darbi Alise Howe
Written by
Darbi Alise Howe  Berkeley, CA
(Berkeley, CA)   
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