UNTITLED
Several beers ahead,
I asked personal questions.
Could hardly believe
I heard the word suicide.
It was almost thrilling.
I was honest, when asked.
Girls and hopes are easy,
in a yesterplace.
Could have compromised,
and broached the family.
But it got lonely.
So we drove past understanding
as if it were a distant
bluff
miles off the highway
in the black night of West Texas.
--Rob Shea
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