You with your hands in your pockets
You with the empty promises
and the vile idle threats
You with the unfinished novel
You with the blank stare
in the evening
and the gaping mouth
in the dawn
Your heart is small as a black hole
Your black bird eyes are empty mirrors
Your oreo mania
Your hammered jello
Your seagull heartache
Your infinite inertia
You with the iron in your liver
and the mercury under your fingernails —
I don't recall your name
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