by Kevin Grauke
A slightly famous actor, once loved
by our younger selves, has died, I see
on my morning feed. I tell you immediately,
just as you would tell me. The two of us
are eating eggs and toast, drinking coffee,
and scrolling through our phones, looking
to see what happened while we slept,
which, as always, was both nothing and
much too much of everything. Continue reading
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