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Break the falsity of self
into its bony fragments

What will you endure, each moment, each morning when
the burden begins again? (Repetition may be the suffering.)

In the August sun
in a window
a vase
without water

Bulging rucksack
clutches sculpted shoulders of
sprouting boy who
wears two faces
American wild unsettled spunk
Croatian aching timid hope

This morning
how many of you wished your covers
were covered with super glue
and they plastered you
to your yellowing mattress
so you wouldn’t have to experience
the dread of getting out of bed