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Apartment complex at twilight: 20 buildings
in a snaking loop and more cars
than you’d see at the next-door discount lot,
all bathed in a jaundiced halogen
all the time.
A baby deer runs through it, eyes mad
and head down in this concrete wood–
and me, smoking, outside, whispering
oh my god baby slow down
oh my god baby slow down
won’t you please