Sunday, April 20, 2014

Loneliness by Franz Wright


Say you wake
in the night
abruptly alone
in the midst of addressing
vast stadiums …
Or at an intersection windows shattered your forehead leaning on the horn a crowd materializing a light snow beginning
Like the taste of alcohol to children
That with which there is nothing to compare
Say you have no friends, or say you have to go to sleep
To see your friends
It's not so bad the stitches itch where they removed your rage is all
Where they removed those thoughts
And no one misses them
After several weeks
everyone learns
how to tie his own shoe
You get a little doll that looks like you

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