dig safe.

kirkland street is broken up
i’m swaying back and forth
now my gut is lurching southward
while my feet are marching north.
i’ll tell you something dangerous
(but promise not to laugh)
very shortly i’ll be sitting
at the edge of a carafe.
and a stolid, cracking obelisk
can signify an end
to another lonely sacrifice
(lather, rinse, suspend).

so kirkland is all shaken up
(my knees and ankles, too)
and it’s really very simple:
you broke me,
i’ll fix you.

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