sober in the library.

March 31, 2015

They don’t come as they used to,
with straightened spines,
drinking from rosy glasses-
long-winded in promise.
They do still come, but at
the price of potential,
lurking behind bedposts,
and at always 3 o’clock
in the morning, day after day.

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