I Am So Often Alone

I Am So Often Alone

for a future that is not hers

authorial sympathy fashions

the forgery of her character

each breath is inescapable

a slow subjective emergence

articulated w/ a fractured force

in the hollow of things imagined

unacquainted with amour-propre

she resembles an unfinished echo

an impassioned woman with no

abhorrence for solitary pursuits

emerges from a fragile prison

to confess:

“I am so often alone in here,

so often exiled but bursting to

become speech, to become

a radiant devotee, turn toward

the softness of the superb sun,

spread outside of myself, and sing.”

she is so often alone

in the small sweetness of living

an affirmation made imperfect

she is so often alone

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Dedicated to anyone feeling alone in their skin, in their home, their relationships, their workplace, their community, the world.

In propinquity,

Nic