Don't let the door hit you on the way out,
or something like that,
that's what they were all saying out there,
in in here,
up here,
and that's what I wanted to say to all of that,
all of you,
all of these wrecking balls,
put it in the drawer,
put it away,
deep down,
somewhere where we can reach back in and dabble in our tragedies and missteps,
but only if we have reason,
only if we want to take that and move it somewhere ahead,
only if we want to move sideways and up the jungle gym,
like she says,
but let me be clear,
don't let the door whack you on the butt,
make sure you move out of here,
because I want nothing more to do with you,
or any of that,
or anything that felt like these last reveries and months of unfortunate photographic moments,
he was just displaced,
we all were,
but we were claiming we were found,
so busy claiming that,
while all the while,
other people just wanted to go home
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