I have a friend who wrote songs
About his divorce
And sang them in public.
That’s a level of vulnerability
I can’t even imagine.
I have a friend whose boyfriend
Broke up with her
And she wondered why
She couldn’t write—
Good poets talk about their depths, right?
Again, a level of openness
To share one’s pain that
I cannot imagine.
When I write, I want to remember
The most cheerful things each day.
Not the ones that
Cut and burn.
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