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Being driven to write by the heat. :(


There is a certain constancy
that might have been
a comfort
under other circumstances,
yet knowing the holidays
are offset by the disagreeable reminders
as too high a price to pay.

And yet, each year
brings so much of the same,
as if it were a pattern
on the carousel,
traveled time and time again.

The darkness is a thin cover
against the words
that fall time and again,
an invisible cloak against
the jabs that fall
as they will.