I know a thing or two about loss…

I know a thing or two about loss:

In a room of happy men and women

I’m the interloper, a caste thing

Like a button on a drowned man’s coat

So that you must look away—

Americans like a healthy difference

Not a febrile haunted body

With static of blind

Or hands flapping.

My tribe…

How many times

Have I left a party

To stand among crickets?

 

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