I have been rescued
wedged between bodies and metal
hands bloody, head bruised
but it’s all I wanted

I told the tale
in classrooms and at dinner
my only respite from life
from screaming, from bottles

As my house crumbled down
I found a home in venues
so sweaty, so waterlogged
I could drown

But I came up for breath elated
if battered
and I kept my souvenirs,
told my stories
scrawling desperately:
I was here


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