Just go sit in the rubbered uncirculated air
a step or two down from the cold terrazzo landing
where yellow pipes run up the cinder block wall.
Where water smolders behind red valves
with brass gauges ready to erupt throughout
the institution. I don’t go into the cave to hide
from wolves. I go for this: no whirring motors;
no leaking earbuds; no one reciting from their
collected injustices. I can wait years for the words
sheltered from those thoughts of others.
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