No1: BUKOWSKI

PHOTO BY SHELBY ORASKOVICH

LUCIA AUERBACH

He is dressed in a suit, necktie, glasses, he says, 'I am going to have to let you go'  

'it's all right' I tell him.

i woke up at 3 am with nothing but darkness and Charles Bukowski’s Let it Enfold You surrounding me.

darkness was the dictator.

the same ceiling above me i forget to stare at, 

the personified wood still stares back (their eyes haven’t changed since 2005) 

i wonder when the waiting game will end.

(what am i waiting for?)

the darkness makes one feel disillusioned.

just like how a pyromaniac hides behind the glow of candles.

i want the mirrors to tell me the truth.

unfortunately, 

they only lie in the light.

and no one tells me the truth.

I saw the mailman, honked, he waved back at me.