Poems from Megan Collins

I am Depression and a Daydream.
To the tiny ones sittingin tin cans, hands on theirlaps, heads bowed, bodieskicked, there are skies andvirtue and glass to help youslide...
And life with all its tensile,comes again and again afteryou're gone, and I want tofeel this emotion, a littleless now, I'm less steady.  ...
Together for short livesbouncing ideas and sorrowsfalling deep above the groundstitching holes, touching creatureslistening to be led away...
I feel too much now,darling, I'm sorry to thedaughters I won't give birth to, but I know there's still wonderin this world, but the work it...
Can you feel it in your bedroom,the unforgiving ache, alone in the bathroom,on the floor, you, staring at a wall, or tracingthe tiles on...

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