Most Days
at 8 am
I take off my work boots,
lay on my bed and stare
at the smoke stains
left by my grandfather’s
cigarettes on the ceiling.
I take a deep breath.
The shift always ends,
how beautiful that
the sun will set too
and I alongside it
will be no more
--Damian Rucci
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