For The New Having Their Worst Day

I would beg to stop
that wail were there not days
I wish I could just

open wide my mouth
and let Rock out, let the world
know how horridly

the moments hurt when
we’re away. Let those who know
closeness, who recall

the womb of making
make a great noise into space
for leaving, for us.

 

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