Odd
when the past
reminds you
of its presence
like a hot breath
on the neck,
that improv creep
I hadn't thought of
in over a decade
I see on IG
getting me-too'd,
my college ex
I see outside
a pizza place
smoking a cig
background actors
in the story
of my life
and me
a footnote
in theirs
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