Hardtack
The dog
living in my house
does not belong to me.
The woman
across the street
someone I do not
wish to know.
The tree topped
by the city planners
can no longer be climbed.
We enter doorways,
acres across fields,
boarded storefronts,
broken casings,
coyote and raccoon teeth.
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