lament

listen to lonnie’s lament with
a glass of red at six pm. feelin
like I am far away. the sax towin
me out deeper and deeper. an
empty stained stemless glass. doleful
and nostalgic for what never existed in
the first place. I
am
not sure if I know who
I am, or worse, if I
ever
did.

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