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I’m somewhere in here

Clearly mislabeled but missing somehow,

Mixed in with the bad 

But we keep looking for the good,

We do that with everyone

And it’s why we can’t find anyone 

Did you check the closets?

Between the bowling trips with Dad

And Mom’s pill fueled bawling?

The yard with its starry nights 

Where my brother and I spotted comets 

Laying on our dew soaked trampoline

Laughing through missing teeth 

The search continues 

But my attitude wanes 

In my misspent slender truth

Warring with the foreign times 

I thought would glass over

Yet here we are

Even though I’m not

I’m spent at the ends

And my nerves are shot,

The dissociative habits have me

And I don’t have any part

But I’m looking 

And I get the feel that I’m running all the time

—Running out of time 

I’ve found that

Time is a warm tequila,

Goes down fast

But the burn is all we remember