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Solitary Confinement (working title)
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Standing in
a subway station
with graffiti tags on the walls,
with foul words carved
in misspelled sentences
on benches,
where the air smells of burnt
rubber and
other
people.
Sitting in
a wayside bar
with alcohol stains on the walls
with creaking bar stools
and leaning tables
by windows,
where the wood smells
of bad whiskey
and cheap
cigarettes.
Lying in
a motel room
with chipping paint on the walls,
with threadbare pillowcases
of faded patterns
on holey pillows,
where your clothes smell
of old
perfume and
sweat,
And it looks
like
rain.
