chatting over mid-morning coffee
take special care
not to beat yourself up
just because of
misplaced memories
your word against the truth
may or may not exist
not in this world
or the next
subconscious realities
keep me on edge
like pressure cooker time bombs
ticking in city square
I’ve long felt most relaxed
back in the future
where love is in the air
and nights rarely end
december two thousand eighteen
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