How easily / I could imagine a version of our lives / in which he kept all his suffering secret from me. / I saw the beer on the counter.

How easily / I could imagine a version of our lives / in which he kept all his suffering secret from me. / I saw the beer on the counter.
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look / we all become our worst stories / this is mine / I went
back / for more / nobody made me do that / I just hated being ignored
I’d come home from campus in the blue-black / dim of dinnertime, the air pummeling me awake from the daze
which made the poem / feel pretty far away, / though it was standing / in the middle of everything,
This could be my play where I am watering my sibling’s tomato plants in the morning and the play is / me thinking about you watching me water the tomato plants, which you aren’t doing.