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I was reading Bukowski
but got bored
so I lit a cigarette and started work.
If that’s what you call this.

There’s a man pacing beside me
smoking
asking me how I’m doing
spitting on the pavement.
I say good
and look at my hands
then his boots and back up to my book.

I leave
see a bunch of skinny girls
some with yellow eyes
and brown hair.
I think
I’m just okay right now