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sometimes

walking home

from the train station

is a Herculean feat

Halfway thru

you realize

it’s been 36 hours

since your last movement

You walk along

enduring the heat

or the cold or the rain

butt cheeks clenched

you feel

a deep sense 

of obligation

It hurts

but you continue

You can hear

“Ride of the Valkeries”

in your mind

You apologize to the Jews

and keep walking—

grinding teeth and groaning

You will make it

and drop the first turd

into the bowl

otherwise

all your lectures to the dog

are suddenly

utterly without meaning.