NOT IT
I wondered how I’d gotten there,
how it had come down to that.
I played over her words in my head.
She’d said to me,
“I found you over there
behind the motorcycle.
You were hugging a propane tank
and every few moments you’d whisper,
‘I swear to god it wasn’t me.’”
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