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as the hour approaches midnight
It’s so easy to get caught up in the stress of work and social pressures of life. It’s so easy to get lost in the sad eyes of the bitter Russian man in seat eight as he curses under his breath and slaps his cards on the felt. It’s so easy to insult the lucky winner as he stacks your chips and laughs with broccoli stuck in between his teeth. It’s so easy to be nasty and so tough to be nice. I don’t actively seek the unfortunate, it’s just what I notice first.
10/29/09
some nights I just feel so sad
and so empty
the cashier looks like a chipmunk
and I just want to hug him
tell him I care
Sunset is empty
and even though I'm happy
even though I have her
the switch behind my left ear
is flicked
and suddenly I feel all alone again
there is so much I need
and so much I desire
it's scary to think
how fleeting all of this is
lucky winner laughs with broccoli stuck in between his teeth- great image. like some kind of maniacal king at a feast.
ReplyDelete"some nights I just feel so sad
ReplyDeleteand so empty"
"the cashier looks like a chipmunk
and I just want to hug him
tell him I care"..it rarely happens to me when it rarely happens.