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Anthony Esposito
Poems
Aug 2019
*******
My coworker called me a ******* today.
It hurt, but I guess that’s ok.
I’ll carry it with me like I do most things, on most days.
On my way home from work, with the sun glaring in my eyes, the red light stared me down.
A nagging thought followed me back to my town.
I’m not a ******* I thought.
Back at the place where I lay my head.
My dinner sits cold on the table.
My mind spinning with a single, torturous thought.
I am not a *******.
The night comes, as it always does.
The sun hides away, while the moon comes out to play.
As I sit in the dark, focused on the infinite darkness.
I can’t help but think.
I am not a *******.
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