dear lover of the hereafter,
that’s as far as you can go
in this country
before your hat floats.
I know I’ve sealed up
the doors and windows
with the thickest ribbons,
but you’ve got to stop
running from everything
that scares you.
you’ve got to stop
finding yourself
standing in the kitchen
in the middle of the night,
not knowing how you got there,
searching the ground for a glass
that was never shattered.
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