Woke up this morning with
A bomb in my belly and my skin
Was a quivering wick. I almost
Wrote you all letters: exactly what
I’ve always wanted to say to you,
In succinct honesty. It’s
probably better that
I slept in instead; went for a jog;
Took some medicine, let the rabbit
Bite me when I tried to pet her. It’s
Probably better, for once, that I stopped
Unlocking the cage around my voice and
Let the anger simmer down into something
My audience can swallow. Where would we be,
Then, if I had struck pen to paper? In pieces,
Spread over 3,000 miles, mouths agape.
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