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Child worries:THE DARK
nightdark stormsglowing red ends of the cigarettes then crying out
Then the adolescent worries:TRUE LOVE
will he notice I love himam I too skinny to loveseeking love requires more than standing super invisibly and quietly in a crowd on the playground this may not be in the current repertoireThe real teenager worries mount:REALLY, REALLY TRUE LOVEam I a scintillating conversationalistwill someone will love me perfectly like Rhett Butlerwill he kick in the door and read aloud my rated PG diary and call me a slut because I love John LennonThe real adult true absolutely frightening worries:FUNDAMENTAL LIFE WORRIESairwaterearthanimals and birdsagefinding all the former worries didn't matterHere's where the Lord's Prayer interrupts the cycling worrying, ruminating, swirling mind.
Say it over and over and over and over and over and over until you fall asleep. Rest and rethink everything the next day.
1 comment:
This post is poetry, my friend.
xo
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