I want to be mad at him
For saying it to me
Because being good or bad
Belongs to those with agency
Who can stand on their own feet
And step here or there
On purpose, with intent,
But I am impaired.
I want to be mad
Because this wasn’t my choice,
But I heard warmth and concern
Saturating his voice
And it was the only genuine kindness
I’ve heard in ages.
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