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"Final Entry" by Matthew Freeman


I took a long flight far away

from reality.

It wasn’t me who set me going.

It’s why when I was walking around campus

pretty sure I was soon to die

and tripping on all those backpacks bobbing

and eavesdropping on the usual quotidian complaints

I would say to myself,

“I’m back in school. Right now I’m walking to class.”

My gait was very slow and I no longer

thought I was the shit.

I ran into a few bright and beautiful ghosts

who were just a tad unhinged.



Matthew Freeman's seventh full-length collection of poems, I Think I'd Rather Roar, is soon to be released by Cerasus Poetry. He holds an MFA from the University of Missouri-Saint Louis and can be found on Twitter @FreemanPoet

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