Poem by d.a.s.

I am fine,
but it is the fragile kind of fine
that finds me clawing at bedsheets
and chewing tobacco
at six in the morning,
digging up old pictures of us from under my mattress. 
I am fine,
but it is the fragile kind of fine,
That begs you
please be gentle
when you break me.

– d.a.s
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