sometimes
i wish i could
apologize to the
poets i love
for using their
pain like a park bench
a place for me
to rest
and cry
and heal
as if it didn't
cost you
to make a
home out of your
suffering
but
instead of sorry
i will fill my tongue
with thank you's
that i pray you will
hear from across
the country
your tears have an echo
and it sounds like
rain
quenching
the desert
12/25/17
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