everyone's always walking around
with their own Big
Sad (and we're so young)                                                        and everyone's
Sad                                                                                      is bigger
than everyone else's: she's got her
Blood Sad
and she's got her Sister Sad
and he's got his Drunk Sad  
and they're all tangled up in their own so much
they don't even have
Sad Eyes for each other, anymore.

i'm still tangled in you--
but just down by my ankles-- stepping on Sad,
that little resilient ant
hiding in the treads                                                                   in my shoes
to survive.  that"s my own personal
Sad, and he's not Big,
just Powerful:
i don't think i could lift
even my own weight,
anymore