His white dress
Shirt
Is suspiciously
Wrinkled
He’s been sleeping
In his Lexus
On his Lunch break
At 10:17 a.m.
He pretends to stand
Like Janis Joplin
Lovely and disheveled
His thoughts pace in circles
And I can feel
The liquid
Of his swaying
The drowsy influence
Of his bones
Oh, ache is so simple
But it’s more like absence,
Not finding enough human
Inside.
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