A Shallow Grasp On Things

I want your equanimity.

I want your sense of cruelty.

I want your judgment every time a tear falls so that I can look just as bored and turn away.

I want that carefree self-absorbed righteousness.

I want it all, so I can smash it to the ground and beat it till it bleeds.

Maybe, just maybe then, the human heart might pant and come out.

9.24.11.

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