Increasingly tired today, as if all

Of my organs were heavy.

My stomach, full, lowers,

Declaring itself uselessly.


There is the need to transgress,

But the romantic in me has been weathered.

And I cannot change the direction

Of the weighted rain’s hold on me.


David Erdos
Illustration Nick Victor

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