to love is to worry; i worry when my mother stares blankly because i know what it's like to be so stuck in one's head, that the wall across from your face can become a canvas laden with notions.
i worry when my father's hands ache, i fear his affliction seeps deep into his blood and bones, marinating his laudable soul.
i worry even when friends are fine, because i know how life can be and i know how easy it is to mask the hurt with small smiles and distance.
i worry when my lover drives at night, i fight off sheep while he passes through traffic lights; i know it's love when he tells me he's made it back home by how swiftly i welcome sleep.
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