the group of them
sitting there
dead silent
slack-jawed
playing on their phones
as their beers get warm
and all i can think is that one day
i’m going to have to vote
for one of these
dumb motherfuckers
for president.
for president.
walking to my wife’s 12th week of chemotherapy we playing the emperor and empress of all maladies the sun hanging half-assed in union square...
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