And then there are days when
All I want to do is to run
Away from your worries, activism
Climate change, babies breaking careers
Bright new kids' uniforms, your rush hour.
Locked in the dark room, some days,
I unlock my treasure chest of treats,
Indulge each drop of unshed tears,
Bathe in smooth, base, male voices
Singing of a broody moon and meteoric loves
And when the storm comes,
I embrace it, embrace you in it.
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