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by n. hollis
brown
sometimes it's almost funny
how obvious and stupid
my so-called problems seem
i think that if i could
just step back far enough,
i can remember
that everything always works out
good or bad better or worse
but it doesn't surprise me
how fast we forget
i don't feel alone in that way
it's almost not worth mentioning
except that today i couldn't
find that little blindness
that makes it palatable
or at least not awful
"are you ok?"
"of course, of course."
a horse. a horse.
what i mean to say is:
sure it's really pointless
and all we have is
our own direction
to give us somewhere to go at all,
so why follow anyone?
why follow everyone else?
it seems a waste of time
that's all you have
i think this is a little too "everything"
to be more than a note to myself
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N. Hollis Brown is this magazine's chief bottle
washer. He is also working on the second draft of his
first novel and recently moved back to New York.
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