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The phrase ‘a grey, mechanical existence’

made me think I’d solved something painful.

It somehow upset me to discover

it was nonsense. I craved sunshine, love.

My philosophical uncle would say,

‘When you’re old, suicide’ll seem redundant.’

Like me, he took TV shows personally

and cried at the thought of any goodbye.

At some point, the blows themselves don’t hurt

anymore. You already know you’ve lost

and what’ll really hurt is the healing pain

of tomorrow. Stupid tomorrow.

When I finally left that apartment

I didn’t even quite put on my shoes.

I stepped on the heels as if they were slippers

and ran to the car taking me to Texas.