The Weight of the World

April 26, 2011
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If the building were
to crumble down on
and all the different
people were
to piled on top of
and all their voices were
to wrap around
like sheets covered in
needles and broken glass and teeth and
coins and forks and pencils and
they were all different colors and
they were all shouting and
they all scared me,
I’m not sure what I would do.
Initially I might scream.
I might take a day to cry.
And then
I might begin to dig myself out of the rubble.

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