s./j. goldner - dear lindsey

that's the last thought i have -
of you and Candace
bringing in the raffle gifts to the house.

i left the next morning.

it was snowing and it settled in the cracks of the brick
sleeved over my Pledge book
i had snuck into the space between the wall & the gutter
Initiation Night.

that's the last thought i have -
of two yrs gone by:
you and a pledge blonde
trucking in the heavy brown boxes
to raffle away for a greater cause.

and me,
sitting on the blue sofa,
quietly eating my tomato soup
like some goddamned commercial.

s./j. goldner

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