the most compelling tribes
are the ones we haven't found
yet, can only guess about, or
so it seems. i mean i think i've
got enough to figure out, it
seems i already know a way
around it, i know garden paths
etc. to walk down. round about,
cold winds, down the alley in
the place you wish you grew
up. strange winds, strange thoughts
about what could have been,
too much to consider, too unsafe
a mental habit. mental habitations,
rental computers, barking dogs
in the alley my dad grew up
next to. we drove them in our
memories, we drove them as lovers
collect each other's belongings
to give them back. meaning we
haven't. they're still here.
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