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“Some days I wake up…” by Olivia Kunaski

Some days I wake up
with my heart bolted to the floor
& it’s not worth the trouble
of picking it up again.
Some days I wake up
& it’s trying to beat its way out of my chest.
Or I can’t hear it at all.

Some mornings I catch it hovering
near the edge of the bed,
plotting its escape.
Some nights I lose it in the couch cushions
like spare change,
& forget about it for days.
Sometimes it breaks into so many pieces
I can’t possibly find them all
& now they’re scattered in all the places
I wish I could forget.
Sometimes I try to give it away.
Always, it stays.

(Photo by ANMOL on Unsplash)