christine bruness

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christine bruness

I had a Beck’s today
and thought of you.
I thought about Punk Rock
and CBGB’s in the Bowery
and Ben’s Pizza on West Third Street
and clandestine trysts
in your cellar…

I felt so ALIVE!

Then I realized
where I was—
in the back room
of a liquor store
with a man
twice my age
and I remembered
how you said you’d always love me
and take care of me . . . .

I can still see your face . . .
Nothing
worked out.
The memories linger
every now and then.
I’m not sentimental
but

I

miss

you.