h.b.irwin

mid-mornings, quiet ones

In Uncategorized on April 18, 2011 at 2:08 pm

When I feel the poetic way

When there is a warmth

from my lungs growing smaller

When I realize I’ve been standing

here in the kitchen

so long I can’t

account for it

I catch myself saying

classes

yeah, socio-economic ones—

and regionally specific

What I mean is

everyone has their burden.

everyone is that burden.

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