Jem

I Stumble Around The House, Bump Into Things

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And so I smile, as if my own fidelity

to sadness were a hidden vice—

my old suspicion that health

and love are brief irrelevancies…

I stumble around the house,   

bump into things.

— Linda Pastan from poem The Obligation to be Happy