Wednesday, June 24, 2015

That Irishman.


That Irishman
by james bezerra
The hostel in London
had a little breakfast room
and I sat there in the dark one night
with a limping old Irishman
quietly drinking beer
about 2007
and he said
about me
to his Indian friend,
“He’s American,
but it’s not his fault.”

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