I saw the doors closing behind me: military green, school green, hospital green doors. My two friends stayed behind, smiling and wishing me good luck. If you had told me I’d never see the girl again, I wouldn’t have believed you.
This poem is halfway between David Allen and Charles Bukowski.
Yesterday I went to a rock concert on my own for the first time in my life. In another country. In the middle of nowhere.
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