Carefully we construct these clever little counterfeitsMature

Adulthood is the understanding that everything is fragile,
that nothing can withstand the ten-story drop onto pavement.

It is knowing that love is a bacteria that gets into your bloodstream
and sometimes it will burn you up from inside and other times
it will send you spiralling into madness and still, it manages
to seep into everything you will ever touch.

This is what we know.  This is how we cope.

We swallow down nepenthe after nepenthe, we smoke joints
in airport parking lots, we do not let anyone in too close.  We
always keep a bag packed at the bottom of the closet, waiting.

The End

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