Sorrow at Something
i guess you can feel it
how I am hiding
between shutters
like a sparrow
in the open room
there is nothing in me.
shapes are not something.
I witness myself
before and after each breath
tightening the chain
around
nothing.
i am calling an apology
from a great distance
sorrow at something I have done
or know I will do.
-Nina Alvarez
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