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I think the thing that drove me crazy
first
came months before I even met
Judith or Clarence or Bruce.
It came in the form of an empty street on a cold winter night.
And it wasn’t the first time I’d been alone,
either,
but something about the mystery shadows
and the dead air that slept on my shoulders
caused something to shift.
Tectonic plates moved around
in the center of my brain
and suddenly
I didn’t feel so alone anymore.
I felt worse.
