measuring the distance
by john sweet
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it's here finally
in the middle of a
mercilessly hot august
that i will dig
my hole
will curl up into a ball
and turn my face away
from the sun
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will leave this page
sitting half-empty for
five days
***
will watch my hands
fumble through all the
humid grey hours
through all of the
empty chores that pull us
from one day to
the next
the dishes
the laundry
the small mercies
handed out to my wife
and child
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it's here that
i will admit all of my
failurews
it's here that a man
i've never met
hangs himself
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the rest of my life
is spent measuring the
distance between
us
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