May 12, 2017February 12, 2017

Quite like to be gotten among

All day on all my days,
the lives I’m not to process wash in;

anxieties lullaby on
and quite like to be gotten among;

but now—and now—one old,
abundant flower just screws up the room.

Time I’m Not Here by Graham Foust

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