inside

our centers converge

and divide

I keep the small pieces,
the friends, the loves,
the family, that keep
me level

leaving you to get every
scratch of the bad, the
odd, the insane, the parts
that make me unable to
work, to sleep, to talk to
another human

now you get to see me
from the inside

— GB

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