F. J. Bergmann

Vodka over Ice

What he read wasn’t a eulogy
or a poem, but a highway map,
and I could already see the story
funneling his adoration of his grandfather
into infidelity, obesity and alcoholism
fifty years down the road.

F.J. Bergmann is tempted away from the virtues of simplicity far too often.

 

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