too much


everything seems to be too much
shrill cries of hunger or sadness or exhaustion
seem magnified to you
the whole world can hear

your heart beats faster
short of breath, panicked
because that sound is the
best and the worst of you

your milk encrusted sleeve that hasn't experienced
the healing powers of soap and water
gripped tight by small fists
Like if they release their hold they might fall off
the edge of the world

Small sighs, nestled close
You blink and the world grows quiet
watching the dust bunnies roll across the
cracks of your luxury vinyl planks that a broom
dare not touch until that undetermined moment
maybe it's not too much after all

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