you know you’re depressed when
the window in your room
looks better with the
than with a clear view of the outside
“But I’m all right,” he said
Beyond the thin wall
he heard wheezing breath and grunts
and moans. His roommate
was living the college life, alright.
Kid kept saying it is game that gets
you girls and not money or looks. Sure, but
it’s easy to say that
when your dad just
casually drops the keys to a brand new BMW
when he visits.
Meanwhile he’s been bartending for
the last eight years, since he turned twenty. Maybe
dropping out of college wasn’t
the greatest of ideas. Neither
was breaking up
with the only girl who cared for him. He
knew she cared for him because
she wouldn’t stop nagging him
to go back to college. Because
she wanted a life
with him. Kids even, and all that.
Well, his answer was no
and three years ago
she said no to life. Perhaps for other reasons, he
wouldn’t know now and it was
no longer important. Now it
was his turn to make a choice.
ambled to the window
opened the blinds
and the window
Watched the city below
Kept watching for the rest of the night
Major decisions were just
not his thing
Bogdan Dragos supervises casinos for a gambling company, working twelve-hour shifts locked in a dark office full of TV monitors. There he mostly daydreams and writes poems and stories. He also manages a poetry blog Daydreaming as a profession.
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