Certain Places, Certain Times

i am no good at being sad
no good at crying when it could be the appropriate action. i’d rather run
down the street, be running be
narrowing if i stayed this way i know i’d get to never where if i stayed
perhaps i could be sad
but not for sadness’ sake.
i am that one who imagines people in a hospital
or by the train stand or at the departure gate
from san francisco their upturned faces streaked by acid rain
remembering when they were good
so so good at being sad
leaving my chest so close to my feet
i am no good for running.

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