curfew
I know it’s late
but I don’t want to go home
—I call from a payphone
to say I’m on my way
the front door light is on
collecting inquisitive insects
too numerous to count
today I could use my voice
to turn off that damn light
but back then things were fairly simple
except for killing myself
just to get inside
may two thousand twenty-three
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