Hours before daybreak
We drink coffee
At a little 24-hour diner:
My favorite.
You have a watery hesitant look
A child’s glance
Asking wordless questions
That will go unanswered.
I work in a city
Smaller than my town.
Nothing always happens
And it is getting to me again.
Restless, I forge
Alternate realities
Dancing on the outskirts
Of my childish logic
A dream world
And a real one
But no way
To tell which is which
And I don’t like
Hurting people
Near or far away--
In my heart or not.
And I must believe
I’m so damned important
Or else I couldn’t hurt anyone
But I’m probably not.
Important that is.
Stop fooling myself.
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