~ dear, mike meraz

 

somewhere

in Whittier

your poetry

is walking

down

the street

to buy

cigarettes

 

aged 41 now,

 

I read you last night,

sitting

on the edge

of my bed

 

envisioning you

‘watching it burn’;

it’s obvious

you’re nowhere

near

the ocean.

 

 

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