He smiles when I am dead to the
rest of
the
world.
And it is
like a
lit
candle
when
I see his face.
I am more than
acceptable even
when I am doing
my worst.
I dream of his arms.
his voice,
and the laughter
of a man.
He is my friend.
Using Calgary as a backdrop the author satirizes the self-serving nature of the public as it continues to fatten itself, not only physically, but egotistically as well.
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