I used to pride myself on
my sensitivity, but I
can’t remember the last time
I cried—not just
a single furtive drop silently
slipping out during a
sad movie, but a fullout-
hyperventilating-eyessting
ing-snotdripping-throatchok
ing-emotionpurging-lossofgravity-startbuild
inganotherark-inconsolable SOB.

(This may fall into the category
of be-careful-what-you-wish-for,
but recently I examined my soul
and it smelled like the stagnant air
of an attic long forgotten.)