Silt

despair, dissatisfaction, existential angst, fate, life, poetry, sonnets, tension, worn
 I wake into unease
Generic and vague
Yet near enough
To feel its breath
Thick and hot
Along my neck
I don’t know
How to extract
Laughter
From this
It bears down
Equally over all
A slow accumulation
Of sediment

(October 7, 2017)

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I am a poet and a teacher living in central Texas. I attended The University of Texas at Austin, and Middlebury College's Breadloaf School of English.

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