2021.12.31
I stood on a deck
in a forgiving January evening,
in a brown blazer
Gray shirt
and striped red tie
and we smoked cigarettes.
We were 20 or 21.
And I’d been reading In Cold Blood,
a Christmas present,
over that week’s Christmas break.
…
I will be asleep fast.
I will be asleep fast.
It will be better that way.
It will be different tomorrow.
It must all be different
after a good nights rest.
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