different shift in the café
night and the readers afternoon
was chatters
alone in the book dark keeping like a purse
the
many many coins of the humans
where is the button to press that will solve
all problems at once? blind spot
between goliath’s eyes
my final intact friend
that’s ok minimalism
suits me
I carry a running library from my mouth my friends
are thin as screams
I stare then with the vendor I share then all each other
and they leave me astutely
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