This morning I woke in a blanket of tears 

a nice crocheted blanket 
Of tears made from many years 
Tears filled into a body, frozen in winter 
Painfully melting in the slow of spring
I’d rather not leave this bed 
I’d rather not Joe 
I’d rather not start another blanket 
For hope will soon again be dosed 
by the cause and not the cure 
I’d prefer to lay here and cry for all the injustice
Then to walk right into it 
It is excruciatingly intolerable 
During this melting spring
Numb me into winter 
Where I cannot feel a thing 
Watch me from your high rise Joe 
Your custom gold and Ivory tower
Watch me as the blanket unfolds
Every waking hour 

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