Estefano Molina Poems

As I sit here
in this desk
I'm here but not here
People come in and out
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I have no dining table
no need for one
I eat on my only piece of furniture
I sleep on it as well
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My stomach is full once more
I offered a stranger a drink
he deserved it
After a bottle of Tequila he was no stranger
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I rest my head on the ground
Hypnotized by the blades of a ceiling fan
Hollow silence, a deafening sound
Escaping this life within a fantasy I ran
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Today I 'am forced to write
this paper listens
better than people
Because today remembers yesterday
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It was an unusually cool morning
We walked on the road's shoulder
Heavy bags on our backs
I followed close behind
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Someone is knocking at the door
I'm not gonna open it
their is a long pause
it begins again
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I wrote you a letter
and my words were confused
9 pages of thoughts
worthless to you
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I watched it go up slowly
zig-zagging and circling the pole
searching for food maybe
it was a small fire ant
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Here is another thought
I wrote it at work
Because I didn't bring lunch
Had some free time
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