“Foreclosure” (a possible title for a new ‘nut’)

[a poetic "nut" I wrote down on the morning of 11 October 2010]

The bank’s boarding up my body.
God knows, I never owned it.
Don’t know where I’ll go.
Been living all this time,
Thinking it was mine.
It wasn’t, isn’t.
My stuff’s doorless at last,
Pickovers for the penniless passersby.

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