15 May 2020

Poem : Begrudgery

I remember laying near the open window in my bed in Brooklyn. The rain falling on the sill and onto my face. It was heaven.

This poem isn't necessarily about that. It's about now. But it's also about then.

And about relenting.

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Begrudgery

Ok

fine

          Let the rain

in the window                 let

          it fall on our faces

It’s night and corona is on fire
across the world

                              So

                              what

          is the point

                                        of

allowing ourselves to dream

          We could

manage a world into being
with our sheets

                              our


          red
                    cheeks

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