Going To A Go-Go

You get a video

I live a double life of fact and façade 

satisfied by no known standards when everything is new.

Again, everything is new that I once went through before.

My postscripts became longer than the letters I write.

Is it something I forgot? Is it something I remember?

It was that elder gentleman sweeping around the cemetery who had the best timing to drop the F-bomb where needed in our conversation. Neither one of us flinched.

Forget about that other stuff I wrote.

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