Irish Math

but whatever happened to 32

never 32

the wrong number
the loneliest number that you’ll ever do

the warm body at the end of the bar
in East Nowheresville
or North One Way
or West Everybody Knows This Is Nowhere

where nobody knows
nobody’s name

& the ghost of Jason Molina on the jukebox
is “as lonesome as the world’s first ghost”

out of the ashes rose

“our day will come”
is a myth

we can’t even get it on