put a picture of the young
man
on
the wall at the paint store.
he died
from an overdose
of fentanyl
a few months ago.
his floppy
brown
hair hangs over one
blue eye.
he's smiling, and looks
like he's
about to write your order
down.
so young
to be gone.
the new clerk is older
and never
knew him.
she says, how can i help you?
pressing a pen
against a pad on the counter,
as we all
move on.
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