About that day I rode my bike to Alfred
In the rain.
Don't worry, though
I don't have enough.... moxie
to write everything, the details.
Just some of the things I remember.
The blurs and dark corners
How the sun mocked me as I rode home.
Hello, so how are you?
I have to go find a lost friend.
That is not a metaphor,
my friend is literally stumbling around somewhere
He broke his glasses
So i'm off to his aid with packing tape
and a coat cause it's Fucking cold out tonight
....hi
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