Friday, October 14, 2011

I am twenty-eight


and amazed
by my own inability to
get a different kind of
job.
I am no Mark Sanchez,
no Sorkin, more like
old neighbor
smoking alone on
her patio, her car
window always rolled down,
broken.
I have a sad
attitude and the thoughts of
youth are yeah,
real long.

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