poetry group

there is a free box
in front of the
west hollywood library

I find a book Cormac
McCarthy wrote
in the 90’s
another by Leslie
Marmon Silko with
an Indian on the

Alan picks
the book with the
prettiest cover
I can’t read
the title
but I understand the tears
and the swastika

Michael James picks a
book by Jimmy
Carter and
another one
“I served the king
of england”

they wont read them
I won’t either

George asks me to call
him Prince Rogers
Nelson and
breaks into song

he taps out the
bass line with
my pencil and
recites the
entire midnight cowboy
one syllable at
a time

I tell him I
love that movie
I tell him I
have those
songs on

“they’re therapeutic”
he says


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