wake
up after the rain in
the same place you’ve always known
and wait to feel clean
time is not your friend here
you are only loved by those
who get something in return
think about your father here
and then think about
the emptiness he left behind
is it smaller than you expected?
can it be cupped gently
in bleeding hands?
listen
fear is a given in
any equation
the next storm is already forming
just over the horizon
doesn’t take a genius to see
we’re all fucked,
but it feels so good sometimes
to just sit back and
close your eyes
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