Then, now

My heart, back then,

broke easily.

Now there is nothing to break

but my back,

and I will not give them that.

You expect this shit from me,

the quiet resignation, the aimless supplication.

What was once alphabet soup

is now just soup.

This, my predawn saunter,

a wander between the shapes of the room,

drawn circles and squares of clumsy geography:

the rough red chimney bricks, the melted candle bits.

What was true will probably stay true.

All those strangers

caught between plexiglass picture frames

keep staring.

It is the tedium of long memories;

the space between then and now

must mean something

to someone by now.


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