in my mid-twenties
typewritten pages all around
bottle of whiskey in the freezer
telephone. stereo. Chicago winters creeping through gaps in the window frames
in my head
took a sudden breath i
had forgotten if you don't
it's death
spotlight of the swinging arm lamp in its antics
hair on my head frazzled
feeling frantic
would the world ever cosign my imagined
would the world ever cosign my imagined
romantic?
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