By Bellamy Wagner
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how
is it possible to want to crawl back into bed while the world is just waiting
for me to do something?
the
world aches the same way i do,
gravity
pries our fault lines apart and our bodies quake at the loosening seams,
we
are the same, the world and i.
yet
we are different too.
the
world does not stop spinning,
perhaps
because that’s how it is designed,
but
this means it does not understand
that
when my fault lines are ripping apart
that
i need to sit down for a minute,
catch
my breath,
write
a poem in a bathroom stall.
the
world just goes on,
though
it watches many miserable people pass by in a fog every day.
the
world goes on,
and
yes it does get sad,
but
some of us humans think its tears are beautiful and comforting,
the
world would not dare to stop,
not
once.
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