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return with
an ugh
to a building
in a new rut
returning
to fans
power generators
strange smells
downed machines
I take a walk outside
I take a big breath
I think a morbid thought
like what it’d be like
to have brain
damage from some kind
of accident
I know the free ride
of free time this week
has mostly come
to an end
return to hard times
return to being
treated like a child
by those way less capable
than yourself
and lazier
meanwhile my friend
goes missing
and there are just
some things that
cannot be fixed too soon
you learn
eventually and
sometimes too late