The One by the Road 

The space was

different,

the floors creaked 

under my feet

and it smelt 

of rotten piss-

the floors, I mean,

they stank 

and I didn’t know

if it was my piss

of the tenant’s before;

still, it was

something different 

and difference was,

as anything,

a burden. 

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