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Black Ballerina Flats - Blood And Suede

Labor Day

the a-joining wall
vibrated
muffled music from 
the last bar
on Ocean street.

I slept with another man 
last night--
literally slept
tangled up with him, because being 
lonely gets grief and 
I must enjoy
feeling pain.

I walked down Adams, knowing
he would be sitting under that awning,
that awning that became a story      and started
as a poem.
That awning that we 
sat, silently
under, under
--whelmed is how I felt walking away.
small talk about money and people we do not really care about
a white car pulling up to
scoop you
like I use to.

In that moment
I forgot all about her
I forgot about everything
except those nights
in that backyard
singing songs, sitting

the a-joining wall
stopped vibrating
the muffled music missing
from the last bar 
on Ocean street.

A Fickle Creature.

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