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Pulling myself out of the earth
grasping at crumbling bits of clay
choking on each bit as it slips
through my fingers and
into my mouth
Let me breathe
two steps forward
three steps back
Let me breathe
Your opinions are not welcome
a listening ear will do
Have you been living in the dirt
with me?
have you seen your husband die
alongside I-95?
then shut up
and let me be
Let me breathe
Suburban Hobo 
Listening…
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I’ll always listen, Erica.
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Can’t affect the pain, but can be here for you. I am.
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Can only listen. And read your devastatingly emotional poems.
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