pound my worn feet
against these city streets
long enough
hard enough
they will finally swallow me whole
And maybe if I
forget my name
waste away
well enough
the street sweepers
will take me away with the leaves
And maybe if I
speak to the stars
softly enough
they won't hide from me
and all these rotten wishes
hanging by threads in the night sky
forgotten in murky water
fading in the penned letter of your favorite Aunt
maybe
they weren't in vain.
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