MOVING DAY III

Hey!

What�re you looking at?

You think it�s fun to stand here

carrying another�s world

on my shoulders?

You think there�s joy in this toil

this sweat

this weird need to feed off of other�s transit?

I do not enjoy this life

this partial form of travel.

I do not relish carting another friend�s life away

to some distant soil

or condo

or whatever.

I do not want to be a friend to the horizons

and I certainly don�t want to work for it.

And yet, when my allies says

�Be my moving bitch,�

I quickly comply.

How sad.

How I ache.

But at least I�m in good shape.

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