Another sad fucking poem about divorce.

Just keep writing, the friends say.

As if the metaphors that flowed when I was falling still hum in my ear. I woke up on the ground, where I had been the whole time.

Taking off the virtual reality goggles of summer left me as dissatisfied with Nature, as she with me.

No rose colored glasses, no altering reality. It hurts too much to just keep writing.

-LGF

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