The he-man lifting the barbell grunts. Everybody’s morning
is different. I start the day with a pill, sometimes two.
And it’s not because I believe Buddy Holly looked right at
me at the show in Duluth three days before his plane
crashed. I smoke the last cigarette in the pack. The
seagull doesn’t know that it’s a seagull, only we know
that and that its lidless yellow eyes are empty.
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