CENTER OF THINGS

  The wet weight

  of someone else’s sadness

  pulls you toward

  the center.

  Stolen from its rightful place, this narrative is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings.

  Center of living.

  Center of loving.

  Center of aching.

  Center of sun

  and clink of

  tears as they settle

  into your lap,

  staining the world

  a little brighter.