At the All Night Cafeteria
The dark inside the movie
theatre is thinning and I am
left with my eyes filling with snow.
There are acres of paved over
parking lots where I once lived.
Nothing grows there. Black-and-white
photographs press inside my wallet,
eager to get out, to become ghosts.
I take them out on the counter,
decide which ones to have dinner with.
Their cracked and folded smiles
lie amid the crumbs and I am
drunk with companionship among
the coffee stains of others. I
crawl inside the circled edges and
hold their faded white hands.
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16 lines · 4 stanzas