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After the Solstice, 1976

do you ever wonder where you’ll end up
what for is this empty hotel room
where you lie on the floor
& i see where you’ve gone to
so complicated
like a man teaching children
if you think you can

did you ever think you would end up
being adored by the ghosts of your children
with your bones on the floor
& your heart in a glass case
more complicated
than a monstrous affection that surprised you
again

& you sneak on by past the oceanside
with your skin on a hanger in the dark
& you freeze & you cry & you whisper in the night
to remember your life before you grew old

remember those weekends
remember those weekends
remember those weekends
& listen to the snow fall

2 Comments

  1. Dirt wrote:

    This is beautiful.

    Thursday, March 22, 2018 at 3:27 pm | Permalink
  2. josh wrote:

    Thank you!

    Thursday, March 22, 2018 at 3:30 pm | Permalink

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