Along These Lines

By Hugo Williams

And so you cry for her, and the poem falls to the page

As if it knew all along that what we make of ourselves we take

From one another’s hearts – tearing and shouting until we learn

How awkwardly, upstairs and behind shut doors we are born

Already owing interest on what we have borrowed from the world.
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