Today's poem is by Natalie Shapero

Capacity Crowd
       

I'm sick of waiting for this city to work
me out of itself like a splinter. I'm sick
of producing my own subsistence
as a way to literally express my being alive.
I'm sorry to have died and not really
noticed, but I've been so busy loving
what you're wearing and pouring
my paint right into the dip in the street
that drains to the sea. I never saw myself
represented in art until that movie
where the one guy is fed to the wood-
chipper: bye! I was so proud I cried.

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from Sugar House Review
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