Sometimes
what holds us
updoes not quite hold us up –
and we mean us –
not merely him
or her or them or you or me:
we are an
awfully heavy panoply, too likely to hang on to sameness
even when it clearly bears
the breaking,
braking evidence
of lameness. We’d like to say that we’ll get through no matter
what, but.
.
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