I Weep Like a 190 Pound Baby

It’s not healthy to feel this much
It makes a man weak
Weighed down
And sluggish
It gives the enemy too many point of attack
Too many things to
Fight through, to push past
Trying to get out the front door
Into the street
A big pulsating heart
Susceptible
To lunar currents
Tremors along tectonic plates
A bird swoops in,
Sits,
Perched on a telephone line,
Takes a shit
And I want to cry

– A. Ramirez

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