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poetry challenge day 26

(sonnet with charlie) 

 

charlie leans his head against his hand against

the white-washed kitchen wall hung with photographs

of friends & family & places we’d been

he’s wearing a red flannel shirt that i love

i’m getting dinner

                              we’re trading drug stories

or really he’s doing all the talking like he

always does & it occurs to me as

i’m not listening that i can remember

years ago but not what happened yesterday

& i say maybe there’s only so much you

can store & then it overflows like too much

data on the hard drive

                                     he says but there’s no

walls in the library of memory it’s

more like a jam-up in the master network

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