alfie lee writing

no longer

the pretense
of conducting
a dialogue
with a made-up

mind. it's a bad
year for Little
Mike, his dad
just died. i think

of things you
did do wrong
and if i would
have done any

better, i think
no, not. now
even in the cold
first light of this

new day that casts
its spell upon
the dark and wans
the shadows of

the firmament,
god, heavy
for the due
of stars.



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