A misfortune can swell
for a long, long time in the mind.
While goodness shrinks
down to a hard shell.
I reach for the hammer,
but it doesn't crack.
Evolutionarily, it makes sense.
These fishbone days, this fatty grief.
by Jenny Xie
For more information about poet, Jenny Xie, see:
https://www.poets.org/poetsorg/poet/jenny-xie-0
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