spotlight

I used to want to wear short sleeves in the summer
and I wanted to be someone important
but now I crave sitting in the park at night,
made safe only by the moon
and the dim lights spotlighting the oval
with one intention and a bottle of wine:
please let me forget that
I ended up being
no one.

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