missed connections
by andy riverbed
Loose
The night we met was set up by both
of us. I saw you arrive
(Right now I’m eating a piece of whole-wheat toast
with peanut-butter and a glass of milk.)
and I made my way to someone you
were speaking with and then we
touched shoulders
and began to speak.
(That night I was on more than
sixty MGs of Oxycontin.)
I was loose.
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