We Who Secretly Somehow Seem Still Alive.

We Who Secretly Somehow Seem Still Alive

by james bezerra

We who

used to

buy PBR

or Seagram

when we wanted to splurge.

We who secretly

knew and loved so very much -

at each 2am -

that one liquor store in town

with the ten-minutes-slow clock.

We who somehow

always needed ice.

Who were hated by our neighbors.

Who sucked every drop of marrow

from each bottle.

We who seem

to have only halfway,

or only temporarily,

properly transitioned

to adulthood.

We who still

hear The Pixies,

The Velvet Underground,

Jeff Buckley maybe,

whenever someone strikes a match.

We who, alive,

miss so dearly

our dead,

of which there are so strangely

so many.

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