Time. May 12th 2018

Father, he lives at noon and I pass by just short of six.
Two and three fly above my head because,
I get nervous
Because I breathe long breathes through the panic
Because I never feel free
Obligation hangs right off in the AM
And it swings and I miss
And I have too many questions.
One for every line in the clock.
And I have too many feelings, one for every notch in my belt, every vein in my heel, every hair on my legs and every wrinkle in this time.

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