CURIOUS THINGS
Curious things are always bubbling up : people to
speak, they are telling me things. I represented,
long ago, this or that to them. I stood apart like
a Moses parting some stupid-assed sea. We hold
coffee and beer in our hands, as they try talking
and won't shut up. I am distracted now by
everything : 'my father's gas station, my sister's
old Chevy, we kept the bare minimum, I used
skip school, thinking of you.' Good God no.
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