NO DOUBT, WHEN I AM SEVENTY-FIVE

NO DOUBT, WHEN I AM SEVENTY-FIVE,

I shall look back and damn those days

I neglected loving someone, when all

it took was the courage to seem

quite ridiculous by saying:  “You proba-

bly won’t understand this—but I

love you!”  Especially these days

when I have the strength to pull

knives out of my chest and bleed

for awhile. . .and then recover.

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