torn

i gave up central air
to live the european dream
now i’m standing watching swans
i get vertigo from
the staggering height
carrying with it the thrill
of burning bridges
i tore pages out of hemingway
while asleep and
maps off the wall
while awake
listening to leonard cohen
and remembering a man
who not so long ago
treated me exactly the same

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