Nate S.

Lincoln's still smiling






Middle aged, mind folded
To the right.
I’ve mismatched
my head & my heart.
Uptight.
My head is thumping
& my heart is thinking.
Wait, maybe it’s to the left?
I’m sitting here on a stick of glue.
Playing chess with John Lennon.
The conversations changing.
My balls are aching blue.
No, I’m pretty sure it’s to the right!
I pick up a penny.
Lincoln is still smiling.
I’ll be ok tonight.

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