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Contact, digital illustration, boy Roland

By Jonathan Focht

let them look— let them choke

on crooked strategies, let them

gulp expired bottles & be barked at

by a mutt. you’re in your own lane

cruising authentic, choosing to choose

under the same sun but glacially

opposite, eyeing every glint

evening sun gives the pond &

thinking how best to think next.

listen inward & drink addictive wind.

live how you live—

judgment’s within