the walls of everything around you
in the parking lot at night
from my window
i hear your happiness echo
against the car hoods and tree bark
off each soldier of green summer grass
and the cement step that broke my skin last year
it travels from down two stories
against all these surfaces
to knock on my skinny windowpanes
with their broken shelter screen
my dreamcatcher is off duty tonight
and your echoes invite themselves in
though i have no means to afford this luxury
i cannot afford to be bothered tonight.
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