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A.j. Binash

(04-20-1988 / Dodgeville WI)

A Means To An End.


I call prostitutes
For the conversation.

A patient ear.
A bought ear.

A little discussion over cost
Is the profit to abolish my loneliness.

When they show.
I explain how
She can sit
And look pretty.
They like that
Looking pretty.

I talk about
James Joyce,
Or Henry Miller.
Suicide attempts
And my drug abuse.

They're used to sadness.
Adapted to it
Better than most therapists.

Their clients
Content with the idea
That
“Company is company.”

Once they leave
I pick out the dirt
From underneath
My fingernails.

Maybe write a poem,
Or take more pills.

I'll look outside
Stare at the streetlights.
Waiting for the shadows
To listen.

Submitted: Saturday, March 29, 2014
Edited: Tuesday, April 01, 2014

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