maybe I want
that remembrance
that I am a worthy being
when I am at my worst
before the picking
before the compulsive self-denial
in the midst of remorse
before I file
for self-divorce
feel those feelings
the muck in the gut
I am an astonishment
a holy mess
sacred, certainly
nonetheless
Sunday, July 30, 2017
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