Over the Line, Theodore Worozbyt

Over the Line


I have gone over and over the line
and found that everything is wrong with it.
The breath in my mouth is thickening,
I left my leopard shoes under the foot of the bed
where they ate
and marriage coats sank in the maw sound.
I wasn’t kind every minute, and that is what
kindness means.
And that is what meaning, too, means.

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Theodore Worozbyt