the city--
it killed my feet.
shot them right off with it's bow and arrow,
red and green for the holiday season.
2 am,
so tired before but can't sleep now...
thirsty and no drink can quench it.
i come home,
pajamas on,
money on the dresser,
cutting my toenails (really).
roseanne is on.
perhaps tonight i won't dream solely of scrubs.
"oh, it's cold and lonely in the deep dark night [in the deep dark night]
i can see paradise by the dashboard light."
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