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The Busyness of Passing Waves

City of Rats

Days

It's the same as always...

Recently...

You lying there bare and neat...

And still...

Midnight Snack

Not a Full Moon

Dream

Sadness sits down at my table,
helps herself to my food
and when it's time for bed,

I tuck her in beside me, like a good
husband. Occasionally during the night
she'll wake me with her tossing and turning,

or just cling tightly to my shadow.
Her flat glass house hangs silent

above my sink after washing my face
on mornings like these, her blue eyes
stare out inconsolable, tears running

both cheeks, as if begging me to let her go.
Losing myself in a towel, the day aching
with my every movement, I take my

warmest recollection from the closet
of memory, slip it on and walk out
into the cold street.