The dark cracks separating
the white boards
think they’re alone.
Why must I be burdened
with knowing
there are so many?
Or is this what god thinks?
Or am I what god thinks?
Or am I alone?
from Our AndromedaFind it in the library
Copyright © 2012 Brenda Shaughnessy
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