Wednesday, September 5, 2012
Four
we were four,
four among fifteen or so
whose black text splashed across the screen
strongly, they had something to say, they wanted
to be heard, but
eleven didn't show up
after all that, too
busy, preoccupied with
other things, I understand
these things,
I'd rather be packing
my bags for France
instead of being one
of the four.
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