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Long Way Down

Long Way Down — I Called Out

I CALLED OUT

for help

but couldn’t see no one.

Not Uncle Mark,

or Dani,

or Buck,

or hear them,

or even smell

the dank of tobacco turning to tar.

Like it was suddenly

just the two of us,

me and my dad,

both of us apparently

losing our minds.