Ease v. Worth

I should have known

When you never made me feel like

writing poetry

When my dull frustration at your


Never made me, blind with rage,

Fly cursing into night

When I never looked at the dewy 

Light reflection of the sun off sharp grass blades

And thought of you

I should have known that I was worth leaving sooner.

The second anything was anything.

And I knew that whatever it had become had begun to tug me wrong

An ill-fitting shirt but I’d already left home.

The thoughts of running were thoughts of me in my car alone and 

in those moments I think

At least the biology of me did know.

Like a body knows the fibers of fabric that stretch 

Yearning to push forth

Visual wearing to warn

The easier stay is not easier.

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