The Good Life

I want to crawl
Into some silence

Float in the warm water of my mother’s womb
Before this whole thing started

My arrival was both anticipated
and dreaded
There’s no going back

I am surrounded by noisemakers

I am alone

In a sand pit
Pretending it’s a cloud
Not a grave
That leaves me buried under six feet of words

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