the 4 am crowd

by Luke McGinty

Artwork by Alexa Gaffaney

These are my people,

dripping angry spiteful sleeping

squinting typing not-quite-screaming

hungry thirsty ‘lympic level

coffee drinkers.

These are my strangers,

huddled outcasts lonesome typing

honor rolling through the night and

fitful fighting for the right ta’

just pass out “Please?”

These are my soldiers,

wandr’ing eyes and hands that fumble

mouths that hang and minds that mumble

dying daily nobly (k)nightly

just to leave their mark.

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