are you on, he asks me,
with eyes
wide open,
leaning
aggressively towards me
with books
and newspapers in hand.
a checkered
scarf around his neck.
which flag
do you fly?
i don't answer, what's
the point
of saying what's true
for me, only
to be corrected
and contradicted
once more
and getting on his
dark side.
how about this weather
we're having
i ask him.
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