The derangement
must proceed casually,
by gradual degrees
before bursting
with supernova intensity.
By now, we should have moved indoors.
It always seems so, we’re told,
and the telling
puts us in the red.
I can’t seem to un-touch you.
This is my fault.
But I haven’t felt
the plethora of exit strategies
bunching up in my brain.
It all unfolds
according to principles.
Principles I don’t
have the bravery to name.

-r. miller

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