Just One More

The changing of some magical tide
where the world turns against
holding me to account for every failure.

Stacking them with thin bone fingers
like a tower of thick coins
holding them out for me to know
each coin its own tragedy.

Labeled and dated
pressed with images
every last thing
every last moment
with the understanding that
there will always be
room for one more
always room for just one more.

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