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Carroll Gardens is the only neighborhood
where I can take midnight walks
and still hear my footsteps.
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At this point in my life I miss more people than I have around.
this is when I start living in memories and dreams,
because all of my friends and family are all together there,
in the depth of my mind and past, still alive and well.
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I’ll try to smile sometimes
but then the absurdity of being here catches up again
and what I thought was “now”
turns into “would have been”.
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I drink gin with the same vigor
as I used to drink water
when I was a child.
Have my father’s alcoholic genes
finally caught up with my brain?
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I tried learning about your future,
but you were only the product of past.
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You shield children of yours from true sun
and dripping water of the upstairs AC unit.
you are a bird
but still more human than many.
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Summer arrived with
brightness
golden heat
blooming pomegranates
and sandy swimming suits,
Abandoned on the railing
of an old Brooklyn house,
in the exhaustion and haste
of lives lived fast.
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I write for people
who'll never read.
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You know what really hurts my heart?
You talk to me like I’m only in your past.
but I am here
I am here now.
I am always here and always now.
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I’m sketching our rain again.
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I’m not as fragile
as you imagined,
not as broken
as I thought.
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Take me wherever you took all your thoughts
after getting rid of me.
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Hunger is more all-consuming than anxiety.
you’ve just learned how to avoid it better.
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I take stupidity as my only god-given talent.
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Collecting fingers in my mouth.
have more?
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What a stupid idea to share them with you.
all strawberries came to be for me!
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Toys were your friends
and my gifts to loneliness.
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Laying on the skin of dead horses,
I could smell wilderness of thoughtless speed.
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Hands are my vision and hair is my balance.
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You were a payment for whatever I didn’t pay for.
Well worth it.
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I might look like a ghost,
but I have feelings like a living boy.
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You know nothing about writing,
but you lived in a careless, romantic,
Bukowski way,
drunk and smitten with your own existence,
this world belonged to you.
you were beautiful for that.
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For whatever reason,
you appeared and my life again started.
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I’m running through the phases of my life
like halls of the Met -
drunk with beauty
and ever shifting love,
never lingering too long,
scared of the closing hour.
