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The
exploded
shellof
my
burned-out
condo
is
outer
space
black
and
devastated
in
the
night
above
the
little
lights
of
the
city
.
With
the
windows
gone
,
a
yellow
ribbon
of
police
crime
scene
tape
twists
and
swings
at
the
edge
of
the
fifteen-story
drop
.
I
wake
up
on
the
concrete
subfloor
.
There
was
maple
flooring
once
.
There
was
art
on
the
walls
before
the
explosion
.
There
was
Swedish
furniture
.
Before
Tyler
.
I
'm
dressed
.
I
put
my
hand
in
my
pocket
and
feel
.
I
'm
whole
.
Scared
but
intact
.
Go
to
the
edge
of
the
floor
,
fifteen
stories
above
the
parking
lot
,
and
look
at
the
city
lights
and
the
stars
,
and
you
're
gone
.
It
's
all
so
beyond
us
.
Up
here
,
in
the
miles
of
night
between
the
stars
and
the
Earth
,
I
feel
just
like
one
of
those
space
animals
.
Dogs
.
Monkeys
.
