August 5, 2008

Everyone stood in Hollister tees and cut off jeans
Staring at me looking around aimlessly.
They laughed, they cried
But they will never know
The great surprise.
When sleek black emerges from
the waistband of my jeans.
Food splashes against the floor
silverware clunked on the table.
In the crevice where the pillar meets the ceiling
a smoking hole
is left behind
to fill a gap
of unwanted suicide.

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