Wednesday, November 20, 2024

the first of everything

it's our first car,
a junk heap,
with blue smoke
pouring out of the exhaust,
but it runs, our first
apartment
on the ground floor,
with the trash
room next door,
and the bongo
drums heard
through the thin walls.
it's our first job,
punching the clock,
the boss you hate,
the work
numbing you,
day after day.
our first wardrobe
filling the closet
of things we'll never
wear again
in a year or so.
a leather vest? really?
and then there's the
first marriage.
what we're we thinking?
i don't know.

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