Right into my brain.
Squeezing so you fit into every corner.
Every paper,
in the files,
in the boxes,
that hold my memories.
And I'm pushing you out.
Real hard.
Im in a frenzy of frustration.
But you're strong. Real tough.
Must be all those weights you've been lifting.
Boxes you've been moving.
And rearranging
Inside my spent head.
As much as I fight you-
I've gotten used to your cacophonous company.
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