Friday night on the west side and while you forget how to maneuver a body, it finds its way home without you. Turn left on Leroy, right on Fourth, walk all the way to the neon fish sign and fall into bed with your clothes on. Text your farewells without spell check, warily.
Tomorrow it will all look different. But home always looks the same in your sleep.
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