i lie on my back
and stare up.
it's dark out,
and kind of chilly.
ever stare at ceiling tiles?
so many little holes -
like an ant hill
you ponder stomping on.
the floor is hard, cold,
and starts to make my ass hurt.
it gets warmer and brighter
as my a/c finally starts up.
i hold a book to read it
until my arms get tired,
then it's back to the tiles
that form pluses and crosses.
soon it's too dark to see the holes,
and i only see the smoke detector blinking
before the street lights shut off
and it gets kind of chilly.
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