alfie lee writing


perfect sense

it was the times. fascism
was on the rise. they were
jewish. we look at it

theoretically, as set
political constructs.
everyday from the moment

i open my eyes to when
i lay my head back down
on the pillow i make

a hundred, two hundred,
three hundred, four,
decisions based on my

needs, wants, fears, loves, or
made spur of, or from
the momentum of

yesterday and that
informed by the day
before and so on, as a delta

into sea faring tributaries,
or not made at all
but habituated or left

to chance, to bat, without
struggle, boding an absence
in an afterthought.


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