Twenty Eight

by Grant Morgan

A friend wrote me a message on my birthday.

In the message he noted that Dostoyevski was my doppelganger,

and attached the photo for me to see for myself.

I could see the resemblenace.

Only in the shape of his face, and maybe nose and eyes.

My friend had been saving the picture for some time, as he knew a would like it,

because occasionaly I can be a vain fucker

and preoccupied with lesser things, as boys are.

He then stated that he had wanted to send it earlier,

when I wasnt able to attend a concert with him and a close group of friends,

because i wasnt around.

However, the concert was cancelled and so instead, he sent it to me on my birthday.



Bern, Summer 2013.