may 1: today I cleaned out my backpack

take your melancholy, the bags under your eyes –
take the hunger pangs and the ache of anxiety
that sits like sediment in your diaphragm –
take the shyness in your voice, the whispers
that berate you and slip unbidden into your dreams –
take them all and leave them behind you,
these parts of a life not meant for us.

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