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60 Psalm (West Virginia) These days when it’s raining and I wish it were over: the winter, the year, the students’ random commas like shaved-away hair, I think: now is the time before it all goes bad: a lump not found, a spot on the skin, a dizziness deep inside the brain. Cars pass like little trains, but less ambitious, and I wonder if I’ll wish for this: pillow of gray sky smothering me, the mist on my glasses making it hard to see. No real tragedies to make me unhappy. I’m told I’m depressed, but I think I’m crazy with loneliness, from too many bad decisions. Today I say: hurry up, go faster, I don’t care what happens. I’m willing to regret it all. ...

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