I worship the day as a daily deity
but why don't we just... sub in
one summer day for another
but why don't we just... sub in
one summer day for another
not think of the end of every day
as completion--simply as
some continuum
it's no surprise I'm trying to run
from this everyday exercise--
in my tired cowardice
from this everyday exercise--
in my tired cowardice
my fear made entirely of words
molested by the logic of how
it could be worse
I contain multitudes--count them
tally these heartbeats of loss
total up my to-dos
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