"Some days I wake up..." by Olivia Kunaski

Some days I wake upwith my heart bolted to the floor& it's not worth the troubleof picking it up again.Some days I wake up& it's trying to beat its way out of my chest.Or I can't hear it at all.

Some mornings I catch it hoveringnear the edge of the bed,plotting its escape.Some nights I lose it in the couch cushionslike spare change,& forget about it for days.Sometimes it breaks into so many piecesI can't possibly find them all& now they're scattered in all the placesI wish I could forget.Sometimes I try to give it away.Always, it stays.

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