As I sit in next to the dark, empty street
I can hear the perpetual barks of the dogs
the never ending skitter of the small white squirrels
and I can smell the oncoming winter
I slowly walk to the pebble driveway
and sit on the bumper of our blood-red van
I slowly tilt my head to the sky
so I can take everything in
before I look at the dazzling stars;
the pumpkins our neighbors still have out
the small tree in my yard
the burt-out light on our front porch
and before I know it,
so small and almost unintelligible in the dark,
i see Taxi
my grey fluff of a cat
and I know, however much my dad yells at me
or however many times I feel the coldness of my knife
against my arm
I will still be in the place I hate so much
that I love it
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