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a poem
the wooden porch is falling down and the neighbors haven't noticed the back patio light is out and the kids aren't even aware he walks to the convivence store to buy his scratchers with his winnings from the poker game with the boys downgraded from the twenties to the tens he gets the store brand smokes and the funny named soda only one chicken salad sandwich (hold the fries) and he got a new belt from the Salvation Army and the neighbors haven't noticed that he figured out how to stuff two bags into one of the yellow city bags and he just goes out right before the other day he was walking under the Green street bridge and he saw a friend from high school and they didn't make eye contact there is a verse in the Bible that the church people love to quote 'for God loves a cheerful giver' and he tries to smile as he hands over the five but it hurts him deeply and yet he is affirmed and he continues his walk alone to the library he sits down and checks his email and there is a girl he used to date when he worked at Strawberries who sits in the library most days there was a night on the common and they danced under the stars and now in a world of burning dreams they sit in enclosed municipalness the books smell like recycled vellum and the ink is lasered in he thinks about the dollar coffee in the gift shop but shakes his head and he heads home it is a balmy 65 in early May and he walks, seeing all the potholes they really are growing he thinks and he wishes he had an old iPod and that his sneakers were newer and that his job would keep him instead of whatever, whoever they replaced him with and the stock market hit a new high and the stock market hit a new high and the stock market gets high and the stock market loves weed and the neighbors haven't noticed they have taken up mushroom gummies and recently bought an old VHS and a bunch of old movies he sits by the window of the patio and listens to the sounds of Bogart and he imagines that he called her Betty and that she called him Bogie




This broke my heart quietly. There’s so much tenderness here for ordinary loneliness. <3
Night poem.