the neon lighthouse beams of
the oatmeal factory
string me home
I alight on sidewalks
let my footsteps flutter like moth wings
and carry me to the closest light
light here, light there
the streetlamps along
the sidewalks:
bread crumbs someone
has left for me, all promise
but no warmth
just put me in an
oven already
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