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Soaked, By: Hiram Larew

December 15, 2023 by Hiram Larew

Soaked, By: Hiram Larew

Fame must be like driving
     in a downpour
     or squinting through it —
     trying to see
     what’s what at night
     with no one else around
     but with warnings loudly

Or maybe being well known means in fact that
     wet shirts finally feel normal.
Maybe in fact you may suddenly get the chills
     from all the headlines
     and then say a threadbare
     Well wow thank you
     in a shiver

Truth be told acclaim is probably like when creeks flood 
     your low ground
     and only trees and dogs are watching
     from the dry above
     as you flail by
     in a froth

Yes, popularity must be like how her house smells —
     damp and musty forever–
     long after your great great aunt has turned in her ticket
     for good

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