To the Flash
Settle down, Barry.
You're allowed to feel your feelings,
even at a thousand miles an hour.
That's what makes it hard to sympathize,
because there's no stillness
in which anyone with you may sit,
because you're gone, saving the world.
Job Sits with Me in My Grief I closed the door to my private room and sat on the cushioned futon with a cup of tea. When the words came, the...
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