attempting
to offset darkness
with a
little thing we call light
why’d you wear the white coat
if you didn’t want to fall in love?
I ask by day
not knowing when
the shadow
took me
surely none
of the nights
on memory
never enough
moon for
shadows
weaving
protection
in the attic
with threads
sleep
without curtains
on the
south-facing window
to rise up
easier
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