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This was the first poem I wrote after 9/11, when I was hiding in my house and eating big bags of Halloween candy. And all my other worries seemed magnified, and so much harder deal with:


The toilet downstairs runs all night assaulting my poor brain

As thoughts of him run into each other
My mental feet run away in exasperation
While my heart runs to the future mistake
For fear of abandonment

The blood runs down my arm from the cuts I made in it

As thoughts of my former classmates
Run in the background
Some run out of the towers for life
While others run into the death-rubble

I want to run so very far away and hide under the bed covers

I am running out of patience
I am running out of patience

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