Reed Turchi: What I wanted to tell you but can’t here


What I wanted to tell you but can’t here 
in front of everyone is that sometimes

it’s just me & the bartender & four hours
to fill & I take a nice long look out

at no one & turn up louder & louder
drowning second-guesses fingers flaming

fueled by ghosts I’ve told myself are listening…
& later after the manager says

(one way or another) there’s no money
& I’ve turned out on the highway headed

nowhere but the next town & an unexpectedly
full moon hovers on the horizon,

        I’ll head right for it,
              glowing.

 


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