My Thermostat Is Broken
The Drop Days, The Curtain Falls, The Boiling Blood Hours,
I am broken me, But I am not? I am me.
Waiting patiently more intentionally impersonally, impatiently
Where did she go...... She returns, I hold her tight.
I try to hold her tight, She slips from my fingers — gone again.
I am left again waiting patiently impatiently for my re‑emergence, hoping to stay longer this time.

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