Jonathan B. Aibel
RELIEF
to step out
of my buttoned-down
office, away from all
the little stupidities,
proofing contracts,
filing signed papers, away
into my car, let
the peculiar tears that
simmered
boil over my face –
this day like yesterday,
like any other,
like too many.
Breathe. Count.
Breathe.
I am dying,
not as quickly
as my mother.
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