where is the good news
a temporary placement
on your kitchen table,
flowers need you every day,
but they are temporary
so, where is the good news
is it there in your dreams,
where your loved ones visit you
with their childhood stories,
with their smiles
and attention just for you
each embrace feels
like forgiveness, like the swift
peeling away of loneliness,
until the morning comes
each night,
a temporary placement,
and you are a child,
a fucking child
swathed in myths and softness,
like the world
wants to break you
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