Loosely kept

There was the day in Tower Records

in South Philly, the trip to the shore

on a late winter afternoon, and the time

I let go in a car with a song that wasn’t mine.

They’re part of the little hell

I carry with me; reminders of my deep

and lasting inadequacies.

Sometimes I pretend they’re not there.

Mostly, it hurts to be human.

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