And here is another great piece by Dennis Villelmi:

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Shots report the ritual; one…two…three…four shots;
The intervals, like they might have been dictated by ritual.
A dog barks, and some tawdry love letters slip from the dry-skinned fingers
Of some anonymous soon-to-be suicidal gal.
I am confident in all of this; confident like a haunted doll, knowing it won’t be long before
I’m “welcomed” into another household cause that household has a young daughter with
A need for dollies.
I know the next ritual will be my welcome mat.
There’s a market for rituals, do long as there’s inspiration to pen those soppy mementos of
Amour.
I’m not penned, not even summoned. I’m the shadow on Fate’s balcony, and the cities are my
Shoeboxes of sundry photos.
I remove the cover from Yonkers, or, well, you name it, and there are the faces, the love letters, and the incantations.
One…two…three…four! The push pins I use to tack up those photos sure are loud. It truly is a matter of caliber.

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