the sky a pale purple and still awake

the day
was gentle
and
i felt ok
about myself.

i read poems
all evening
and into
the night
until i
no longer
felt ok
about myself.

instead,
i felt
ok about
others,
felt good about
others,
fell again
and again
in love with
others.

Published by Zak

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