Fade to Outro
Poem
Reflecting on friends that have come and gone, Sitting back and listening to a song. School-age peers— With whom we were raised— Have all disappeared. Souls we should have never known Beat together, like wood and nails, Painted with tunes, Bonded with glue, Separated with acetone. Friends swapped out Like a change of shift. All that remains— Is a playlist
Last Train to Poetry
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Hunched over a typewriter,
On the subway platform.
A makeshift table—
$10 a poem.
Kintsugi
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I am not some pristine chalice
Sitting behind a glass cabinet.
I have been out in the world.
Susbtack recommended this, "from the archives" and I'm glad it did.
Liked "friends swapped out like a change in shift"