Two Disowned Souls by Bogdan Dragos

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those were some

seriously

tired eyes

Some people are just

born

with them

It’s not a matter of

getting enough

sleep

The tiredness

is in the soul itself

He looked forty

though he was

twenty-two

and as she told her

friends

(with the family she

didn’t talk)

she found him in a bar,

passed out

under the table

“I kicked the fool in

the side, lightly,

and the next thing I know

he’s humping my leg

and calling me ‘mommy’.

How can you

not take a boy like him home

and fuck him?

Well, admittedly I was

pretty drunk.” she laughed.

“Anyway, I’m still holding

on to him

to this day. Did you

know that he writes poetry?

Of all things, hah! He writes

these honeyed love poems

and reads them to me

and I pay him with some liquor

and a good fuck.

We’re pretty good for each

other. Like myself, he doesn’t talk

to his family and they

don’t talk to him.

We’re two disowned souls coming

together as one. That’s how

he put it in

another one of his love poems. Heh,

I can’t wait to get

home and see

what else he’s written. Maybe I should

start posting those online.”

She gets home late

at night

and brings plenty of liquor

and they drink and

fall asleep next to each other,

both equally fucked up

In the morning he wakes

up before her

and watches her sleeping

and slowly parts

her eyelid and starts

licking at her eyeballs

Sometimes she wakes up from

this

and when she does

she just blinks,

stares at him,

smiles

-BOGDAN DRAGOS

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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