They Know

They know that I am here,
          that I am standing here.
They know that I smoke Marlboro lights.
They know that I drink but never
                 too much.
They know that I can count on two
                 two hands, my friends.
They know that my acquaintances are
               as infinite as the stars
               in the clear, purple skies.
They know that I am dropping
               out but not why really.
They know that I write but not
               of my motif.
They know my oldest brother and
          my youngest and that
          the other does not care.
They know my dog, Duke, but
          not what I feel for him.
They know I take the tabs but they
            do not know why.
They know not my head as they
              know themselves.

Their reflection projects on
            me and they know
                     my name.

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