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This Bad
I look
I listen
I long
for all the things
others
have disposed of
have dispensed with
they were—
they were!—
and are not now
and all I see
and all I hear
and all there is
does not include
what was and is not
nothing else
makes me feel
this bad
All poems are written and copyrighted by M. C. Rush.
None may be republished or repurposed without permission.