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Nov 2018
Let me have some level of decency
                                   While I go mad again
In a coffee shop in Austin, Tx.
May 4th 2018, coffee in hand
                  / Mexican restaurant, chips, salsa,
expand – “Son he’s hard” I heard at
coffee shop, thought of Zavala Elementary
school, then my apartment where I’ll
write it & contemplate my elders,
the car is not gay after two hits on
un taza de café, stay outside, to
be crumpled up in any apartment room
is bad news. Unnerve yourself & wait
while I linger. At night, or at 6am
cleaning, he was a good man, he spoke
very little

Okay, you’re falling and keeping
time.

When you turn around and
look at your wife.

It’s something, I’m seeing it.

Bald gentleman with shorts, green
shirts & collars mean face towels

As Connor removes himself from the
shower & is white & singing in
diameter with you completely insane
& in a classroom in Alamo Heights.

He thinks, “I need to learn to behave”
                            over again
                               on repeat on the radio
                                    over again
                                    on the radio
                                         performin’

The plea.

                                       May 4, 2018                                              
                                                            1:54­ pm
David Zavala
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David Zavala  30/M/San Antonio
(30/M/San Antonio)   
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