quit

aging, alone, choice, definition, life, middle-age, patterns, poetry, tired

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the empty whiskey glass sits

next to a tumbler full of wine—

where did I become this?

 

at some decision, some acquiescence—

 

to change, or give up,

to let myself be, nothing

more than surrender

 

(January 20, 2018)

 

Published by subtextures

I am write and work in central Texas. I attended The University of Texas at Austin, and Middlebury College's Breadloaf School of English.

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