Feel Just Fine
D. Michael McNamara
This world is too small:
The roads all lead to each other,
the waters all flow together,
the land is a poorly sewn quilt.
There’s a feeling I get
late at night when I can’t sleep:
It’s like the sun’s too close
and I can hear everyone’s heartbeat,
like there’s no fresh air to breathe.
And sometimes I think
it would feel just fine
to collapse into myself,
to hide where it’s hollow and dark,
where the sun’s far away,
where nobody else travels.
Where there’s no air at all.
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