but no one listens
eventually
not even he does
he slips out the door
remembers he forgot
his overcoat
mashes his hat
down farther
and keeps walking
gets lost twice
on his way back
to his apartment
puts his wet clothes
on the drying rack
and studies the apartment
a bed a dresser a closet
a table with his gun on it
a chair
two books
three magazines
one with the cover torn
no wonder he got lost
what was there here to pull him back
except the gun
oh, and the writings he has hidden
maybe the clothes he keeps
thinking they will help him find a job
although he does not want a job
he has talked too long about his project
that's why no one listened
not even himself
he must start on it
he must take the first step
he will do that
tomorrow
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