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Two days clear
He tried to hang
Hisself
Cried for help,
I cut him loose
His neck was thick
And red with straining
I shouted then
More at myself
‘Til I coloured, smote
With the same suit
And both of us being
Short of breath
Went our separate ways.
In the feeble lull of
Indifferent hours
I nurse the
Exacerbated knot
That he
In cautious failure
Assumed would tide him
Over
And I remember
My mother
A lonely numeral
In a dim, damp hospital
Her bottom lip chewed
While I lay a docile
And unsuccessful applicant.
Aggie, I’m sorry
For the feeling you’d failed me
Cowed and ashamed by
Your own anger
Ma, I’m sorry
But like Ryan’s knot
All my near misses
Are too late to undo.
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The human race, the only race I know where everybody loses.
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