happens one morning light was focused on a single issue:
your loneliness into a cup of coffee
then thought maybe
in every day of your life
or in the best form of suicide
last night had drunk too much
your mother told you were a perfectly useless
at the age of forty years no one can be single
bag yet
parents however you
there were so alien and embedded in the same family
your family that you had loved so much this morning as
anxiety danced in your throat again you
stooping to light a cigarette
and the coffee cup as blood spilled on the useless
any street berm
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