Just Like Buddy Holly
Howie Good

The he-man lifting the barbell grunts. Everybody's morning is different. I start mine with a pill, sometimes two, then smoke the last cigarette in the pack. And it's not because I believe Buddy Holly looked right at me at the show in Duluth three days before the plane crash. A seagull doesn't know that it's a seagull, only we know that and that its lidless yellow eyes are empty.

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