Almost everything was at my new place.
The sun through the window that overlooked the parking lot
was warming the wooden floor in the empty room.
I looked out the window feeling like shit.
God how I hated to leave.
(The rent had inched up to the point where I had no choice.)

I opened the kitchen cabinets one by one,
saving the one above the kitchen sink
(where the can of Pabst with the faded blue label
sat by itself on the otherwise empty shelf)
for last.



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