“back in”

looking out,
i see myself
in the rain;
a pale ghost.
translucent tints,
mottling
my way down
the starkly lit flat
pane of glass.

i wonder how
i seem
to ones looking
in?
i am hiding
my cup at the bar.
it is empty
and
i don't want to keep.
drinking in this state.

narrative poem written on 11-24-2013 by: on mattkane.com
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