1:35 a.m.

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Quiet now.

Ears buzzing, underwater descent


Chemically-scented laundry mountain beside the bed.

My door locked.

Beer and aspirin kicking in.

Maybe he’s collapsed into the couch.

No sound of drywall being punched tonight.

Descending, a crayfish,

into dark scummy weeds.

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