The Ghost in the Mirror (Anomie in the Bedroom) by J.C. Oleson

They call this happy hour
But no one’s laughing.
Not tonight.
 
We all stare into our drinks
With mourning faces
And
We’re the ones
Who are dead.
I died years ago.
We contemplate cocktail napkins
With grave countenances
And stern eyes…more.

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