Trying to cinch it
Leather girth redolent of horse sweat
Smoking in the city
I used to have a high tolerance
Sitting on the living room rug
Vodka from the bottle
I used to absorb so much suffering
Stalled out in the darkened subway
Hand clenched on an overhead strap
Taking it
Walking around with shoulders up to my ears
Muscles en garde
Wanting a savior
Unsettled and undecided
I used to be so much less afraid of feeling
*Sharon Van Etten
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