Driven

Wonderful poem!

I am a poet! I am. I am. I am a poet, I reaffirmed, ashamed.

i forgot my shadow
when i went back to America
all the ghosts came back to haunt me
when i saw you

when i went back to America
you were drunk at noon
when i saw you
how cliché, on a sunday

you were drunk at noon
you might as well have choked me
how cliché, on a sunday
the cobblestone streets, the whiskey

i forgot my shadow
i might as well have driven drunk as you
and all the ghosts came back to haunt me
i might as well have driven after seeing you

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Author: Sudden Denouement

A Literary Collective

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