Extensions of a Man (for Donny Hathaway) by Cory W. Lovell
Like a boy on a farm staring at a single prop flyer in the sky, “I want to be up there, I want to do those things.”
I’ve already fucked up enough that was good, like any young fella would, in his reckless rake days.
I hauled my old life out to the curb, on a foggy night, air rich with salt, and hopped the surfliner to sunset, click clacking through nowhere as the good Lord pelted the lounge car with buckshot, lightning frightening wide eyed cattle, knowing I wasn’t wrong, just grossly unprepared.
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