poetry: [strangers in a starless city] by Amy Suto

let’s play a game of ‘who cares less’
howls the city
purporting transactions of flesh instead of hearts
I’ve played that game, I know how it ends
in a city of strangers, a bar we all tend
sipping fingers of ‘DGAF’ and pulls of ‘chill’
let’s play a game of ‘how fast can you extinguish your passion?’
how completely you can turn your thoughts off
adrenaline pumping, dry throat-quenching
I can play, I can win
I can meet you at the plate
batter up, I can knock this unfeeling out the park
‘method writer’ code for I’ll try anything once
but damn me twice
sentence me to expatriation thrice
this city of angels brings out the demons in the best of us
we may be strangers in a starless city
but that’s only because we turn away
from the bright lights inside all of us
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