Comfort
       

11 am. time to wake up.

muscles sore, jaw clenched, warm light

scattering dreams of violence across

the bedroom. i've chosen a self

too large for this body. too willing to

change for others. too beautiful

to appear in public. i'd tell you to walk

in my feet but they're all i have left.

i've been weathered down to the

ankles by all the news reports. all the

listening. all the not doing.

when i crawl out of bed i don't

know where to go. what to say.

i tried to talk about comfort

but how do you describe a color

you've never been allowed to see?

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