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A deep pit with a crumbling edge.
Far below,
is a muddy pool swarming with crocodilians.
There is someone with me, a boy.
I shouldn't have taken the child here.

I am slipping, taking him with me,
he won't let go of my hand.

We are sliding on pebbly scree.
A gun drags at my hip,
its weight pulls us down
to where green-scaled
and armored reptiles
thrash in a melee.

One mindscape devolves into another.
I’m a visitor to strange
and as yet unmapped streets.
I've lost my parked car
somewhere between many unfamiliar
city blocks.

Home is a door in the back of my mind,
I suspect that behind it
is a child who knows the way back.

A small boy appears,
he is holding a tin wind-up crocodile,
one his dad once bought him.

At his side a long-barreled revolver,
the same type of weapon
I purchased in Florida
in the event of an alligator attack.

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