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I am only so selfish in that
I do not want to share feelings
of nothing and the
empty conversation that rings
heavy down my spine. I would rather be quiet
and still with you for too many times alone
i depressed my self into sheets;
staring out into early winter, cheek turned and pressed
toward leaves and latched windows; I took breaths
too short and still. I do not want you
to choke on that silent saddness creeping
through ivory key holes
locking you inside a room too small and split
in two. It is difficult to be
this way: confined and cornered.
I have released
dogs to herd my multiple personalities into
one square gate. Cramped together like sheep,
they are irritating each other
with their wool coats and whining. It is difficult to be
this way: confined and cornered; itching to be let go.