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Chris Calkins
Poems
Jul 2020
Every Day
every day
another pound drops under my eyes
into the bags hanging there
drawing them heavier and heavier
darker and darker
with the weight of my sins.
they used to stay within
my mind
but little by little
they dripped out of my mouth
into conversations,
arguments,
paper.
now, i'm supposed to erase all of those thoughts,
cross out all of the lines that i've made
write new ones in their place
instead,
i decide to leave them scrawled in the dust
and turn the page.
Written by
Chris Calkins
21/Trans* Male/The Void
(21/Trans* Male/The Void)
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