do you imagine yourself to be more than you are
than what the sidewalk says when you fall
off that invisible curb for the hundredth time?
it’s easier to forget the heartbreak you
passed on or passed over
while sailing along on an inner tube
made of bubble water till
a finger touches the edge and it’s all there
all that grit is left in the bottom of the tub
after the water drains
and you can’t ignore anymore
all the places you’ve been
all the times you’ve sinned
so hold yourself up for wednesday’s rain cloud
and stop looking for answers here
because soon enough a shiny new sun
will light you again


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