First Vision
Grant Frazier

lucky strikes taste crass,
we smoke them all night—
hemorrhaging memory,
leg-spinny entropy, me

& your big baggy eyes,
gin breath, holy grail
in our gut, licking our
last laughs off the floor.

we bought some real time
with all this funny money.
I’ve got half an hour left
here now—maybe 20,
if I learned to run.

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Grant Frazier’s Comments

This is my poetic exploration of the aphorism “nothing good happens after 2 a.m.” In this piece, I try to capture the way it feels to look at your watch at 3:30 a.m, and think, “man, I’m really dumb for staying out this late,” and then staying out a little longer.

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