Tomorrow Night Poem by Charles Malcolm
Tomorrow Night
The radiators were hissing,
and the fresh tallboy
felt like throbbing frostbite in my hand
as I broke down
the previous night's follies.
'I'm a deeply troubled man, '
I said to my roommate.
'You are, but you shouldn't be, '
he replied.
I stumbled outside with a cigarette
and dwelt upon moments
that you might call insignificant
like they were the only thing
that mattered.
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