This weight on my chest,
this sullen sadness—tell me, Doctor,
how I can lift it up and set it down.
Read MoreThis weight on my chest,
this sullen sadness—tell me, Doctor,
how I can lift it up and set it down.
Read MoreEveryone except Julie was dancing badly,
and I was sitting there watching with Tom
who had a broken ankle for his excuse.
What is this snuffling through the foliage
that tears at my heart? Don’t wander
so far away, I hear myself saying.
But she never listened to me
if she didn’t want to.
Read MoreA bat appears, zigzagging across
the twilight, indifferent
to its freedom, and I’m reminded
of the dream where I float
out of bed and up to the ceiling.
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