My dear sweet child
How do I tell you
You came about one fateful, boozy night
Whose memories are now only
A man’s name
A phone number
Scrawled across a
Soiled cocktail napkin
Concealed in a drawer
Deep beneath old photographs
Newspaper clippings
Receipts
Ticket stubs
The dandruff of selves I once was
-2004
Tuesday, March 06, 2007
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