Wednesday, June 8, 2011

(1)

sometimes the 2 am train passes at 1:13
and I’m not sure what to do with myself

my confusion is palpable
spinning around my dark bedroom
ricocheting off the walls
finally crashing into the alarm clock
with a flash

between that and the rain
tonight
it’s a wonder I exist at all
the disparate bits of me
so spread out 
it would take too much
to put the shards back together

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