Saved By Dawn Again

Asleep I was into the afternoon, a shock
to see my 3:30 appointment on Del Reyes
across a folded out piece of scrap paper
held up before my hard focusing eyes
then have the digital clock tell me it's 3!

I jumped up in a motel room dank
with a light mold fog, and I slaughtered
one of the closet doors, to find it empty
except for a radio that wouldn't shut up,
a global radio, and I leaned into it
only to be overwhelmed by dials
that wouldn't work for me, and inputs
like docking stations for little UFOs.

My family was there, except I didn't
recognize any of them. Switched out.
Then, I had enough, but I loved lost
at that moment, revisited the ham radio
from another planet, or sci-fi story,
and it didn't work, but that soothed me,
while the closet stayed empty,
and the wrinkled paper said 3:30.

I screwed up. I couldn't do it.
Failed. My family in witness,
except they were not my family.
Like a warm bath, failure.
Either I, myself, disappeared,
or something worse did.

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