friend

d jon downs

and through life
i wander.

never know, exactly,
where this avenue of
hyper-reality
is leading my worn and
haggard frame.

i'm searching for an address.
a friend's house.
don't know what
he looks like or
what his name is or
if he's even a he.

maybe a she.

just someone who will
claim me
as a part of them.
shout to the world.
he
         or
                  she
is unashamed, and willing
to take the risk
that so many have rejected.

the risk of being associated with me.

the risk of being my

friend.

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