December 2

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Late at night
it gets so hollow–

the stars precise,
nearly clinical,

the silence of it all
silencing all.

So now
we’ve learned

it’s possible
to choke

on open air
this cold–

it leaves
a bitter taste,

and once again
open space

is not the end all be
all that I always

having failed

to differentiate
the land

from the promise
we’ve attached.


    • Thanks! I almost felt like issuing a disclaimer for some of these, that everything is mostly fine, just it’s the end of the quarter and my stack of grading is *this* high….

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