Saturday, April 06, 2019

The Experience of Being Alive

When I read the poems
about the corners,
the edges, the sweet,
deep crevices of lives
beyond my telling,
I cower and hide my face
my eyes dry.
But when I wake up
at six-fifteen,
so loaded with
pieces of dreams,
I ask, which one
should I choose?


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