Clarity Beyond His Years
“I don’t want
to live
and
I don’t want
to
die”
he said,
just us in the room,
cheeks as red
as his lips,
below big
scattering eyes.
I was never able to isolate it like that.
Sleep is an exercise in solitude.
Death is the cap and gown.
We sleep a lot.
By Zach Jackson
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