Tonight I sat next to myself
at an uncrowded bar
in a hip neighborhood.
The other me was giving an impassioned
"please buy into my genius
new business idea" spiel
to a possible angel
investor wearing no makeup.
Each word sounded like "desperate,"
backed by the unanswered phone:
creditors calling.
I turned my bitter face
away. Nothing could have crushed
my passion... but, just in case.
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