What being

‘Grown up’

Means, and

That failure

(To decode

His being)


Wrecks him

Out onto

The desert

Plains of

His feeling.

Nothing.


I think

He has

Worked out

I am writing

About him

There are his

Eyes


Everytime I

Look up.

For remember

This is not

Bullshit. I am

Standing

On a restaurant


Floor, staring

And observing.

And he knows

Now I know,

He looked me

Hard in the

Eyes,


Picked up his

Beer, cocked

His head to

His wife,

Nodded so softly

That he didn’t,


He didnt let

Himself

Acknowledge

Anything,

But everything.


Tropical

Prosecco.

Blood orange

Gin

Lemonade


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