We aren’t here
when the night cleaners
sweep through the empty
hallways of our sighing
swaying bodies
trying to put things back
in their places to restore
anonymity and calm
before the tenant returns
with shovel and hose
to resume the excavation
of someone buried alive inside
when no one was watching
already a small crowd of feelings
gathered around to applaud.
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