there aren't enough
straight jackets to go around.
hardly a day
goes by
when I wish I didn't have
one for
someone, or for myself.
a bottle of pills
to calm the nerves,
dull
the wits.
we are small
typhons of emotions.
spinning sadly,
sleeping barely.
wondering in worry,
keeping
the trouble fresh and
alive,
what our parents did.
what our jobs
do.
what the weather has
done to us
today.
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