Someone I love hurt me, deeply hurt me.
I thank that someone for he is my mirror. He cut me open and the light got inside.
All this light, it whispered to me.
It reminded me of the bargain we stroke a long time ago,
In another time, in another state, in another space.
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The Commute: A London Poem
Step outside. It’s raining, nothing new. You take out the umbrella, you always have it with you.