The Long Short Story

that space

we’re all sitting

in

when loneliness

begs to question-

 

some of us are

in cars,

some are

in homes,

some are flying

cardboard signs,

 

and

some keep it away

through substance,

or through sex,

or never feeling at all.

 

the story

never becomes

reality,

yet we

cannot stop

telling ourselves.

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