"I've made plans for Sunday.
I've prioritized."
Well, me too.
The rabbit knows
when something's wrong--
she hops a little slower
and never towards my room.
Sometimes the voices
speak to my hands
but deep down I know
they'd like that too much.
You see
I make my own sun, brother.
I've given up on trying
to chase it.
We both deserve
that peace
whether there're demerits
or ribbons on our chests
though I suppose
the only thing
sadder than doing
the laundry
and finding her things
mixed in with mine
is folding my clothes
and not.
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