s./j. goldner - why hello

lights crowd the shadows in my eyes
as a vague fog creeps over my cornea—
what are the pasts that make up this
foul-sheeted present?

bitter? —no, not me. double negative.
crap.
hey is that man on TV alive or dead?
there’s a drunk outside my window,

do come in.

s./j. goldner

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