Thursday, July 16, 2020

day TWELVE HUNDRED and SEVENTY SIX

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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