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Jan 2010
I cloud my head to get ahead.
Just one sip away from enlightenment.
The man smiling,
in my living room,
in the dark,
waits patiently.
Staring into the bathroom mirror,
I adjust my image with nervous haste.
A spider makes its way across the counter.
Instantly, I end it.
Draw back my hand to find only air.
Brent Reichenberger
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