I stayed up late at night
reading poetry
Because
I felt like staying up late,
reading poetry
I stayed up late
and
prayed for a new thought
And some old shoes
Only to find that there were no more
new thoughts
And everyone already had
old shoes
But I didn’t mind.
Not really.
I used to love the small things
Because I could ignore the fear in
the small things
I would push the horror right out of
the small things
And right into the large.
I stayed up late and wondered.
About tired thoughts.
I used to love tired thoughts,
I think.
But now they just ache.
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