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I am a man of signs.
I look for them everywhere.
The harbingers of death and the pallor of requisite endings.
That's who I have always been.
The kid and the teen and the adult wondering about lasts.
Rather than…
An Ocean in a Room
yesterday
all of hell came pounding
crawling up the walls of my home
we lost power a few times
felt the neighborhood flinch
and heard the trees ache
bending against the will
of a late December squall
my…