Heavy gates regulate the space preventing
direct paths from each of them to each
other. She talks with friends about the way
her drink tastes and lets her fingers go
numb from the cold glass.
He walks by her old house in the early
morning when it’s still dark, and stands
for a second in the part of the street where
she used to park.
The dog’s bark fills up all the distance.
Thin layers of concrete are scraped off
old porches by the wind, but they still
sit there when the sun goes down.
She hates that town, but this was always
how she meant to bring the punishment.
To tear the cities down and all the towns
and governments.

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