Ashamed

Posted: September 29, 2008 in Poetry
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Me, myself, I — we are all default states,
all multiple beings of one accord, and
we don’t like meeting eyes in public;
One of us says, “Well, I think…” and
the other asks, “What about me?” or
two band together and say, “I have to
take care of myself,” and the other asks,
“What about me?!” again. The clincher is
when all three are lonely and I can’t
take care of myself, and others worry
about me; all of us cling to each other
but we each feel no warmth.

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