I was preparing for what already happened and when it happened I
Was well rehearsed
They had my key
My key to my house
Quiet as a mouse
Lips over teeth
Fingers over mouths
Marching us down the stairs
I remember the eyes
All tied up like Christmas gifts
Bad dawn
Too upsetting to see
I scared myself when I caught myself laughing
No sleep feeling, like when the Australian demanded to be
Hospitalized
All in all, I ran from something еlse, but something elsе went
There instead
In the uncanny repetitions we’ll be headed that way once again