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I’m mad

Wittering to myself
Treading streets
Ranting to audiences
Whom
Often
Find themselves in disagreement

They leave

At this point I bend over
Laughing
Crying
Laughing
Crying

And it hurts
To feel this way for you
After so long
To be so careful
And unsure
If it’s something

At all

And

Terrified a little
After each call
Wondering
If you should
Tracing echo’s over later
Re-running
Ruminating

Walk away

And then
Surprise
They’re so glad you called
But always
Always dangling
Waiting for the fall