All day on all my days,
the lives I’m not to process wash in;
anxieties lullaby on
and quite like to be gotten among;
but now—and now—one old,
abundant flower just screws up the room.
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That the deepest wound is the least unique
surprises nobody but the living.
Secretly, and with what feels like good reason,
we’re the pain the people we love
put the people they no longer love in.
Graham Foust is the author of several collections of poetry, including Time Down to Mind (Flood Editions, 2015); To Anacreon In Heaven (Flood Editions, 2013); A Mouth in California (Flood Editions, 2009); and Necessary Stranger (Flood Editions, 2007).