East Gulf to Lake

 

Inverness, Florida

 

I know you feel as I do.

 

I can taste it on your teeth.

 

We’re both animals of our own sadness.

 

We are all animals of our own sadness.

 

The door is locked,

so stumbling and crying to be removed from the room, you fashion a

cavern for yourself, comforted by an echo.

 

I holler from below.

 

And wait, but…

 

It never was.

 

It.

Never.

Fucking.

Was.

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