4th of July, Pittsburgh
Six years ago it was Chicago,
a party at Jeff’s.
Nate was still alive.
It was the night
we made out on the train.
I locked myself out of my apartment
and had to call Eddie the Maintenance Man,
drunk, to let me in, prayed
I had $40 in my bank account
to cover the lock out fee.
I ask Jeff now if I’ll always be this sad
and he says yes.
I’m watching two girls on the swings
in the Armstrong playground,
laughing, sharing cigarettes
and I remember when the psychic said
I had everything I needed in front of me,
when I had love staring at me in the face,
big and bright
like fireworks exploding in the sky.
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