2020-2021


I want this feeling to break like a fever

Every night will be my last

I'm leaning on a green light post

I don’t want to go home

I'm learning to sit in my pain 

The bench is wet from a storm this afternoon

I'm a million places at once 

I didn't know birds sang this late 

I don't think I can hold it

My finger is bleeding

It's almost midnight


  






 









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