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I want to drink
           The day down.
Maybe next

The night—first,
            We’ll find
our feet, our feet

the floor. The blue beyond
             the window
returns like a mother

after work, collapsing into
             the living room.
I’m home. I’m done being

in love with
            what leaves—
autumn gathers

in the trees, russet,
             then tries
not to fall asleep

on the cold ground,
            God, it is
hard being happy

if you try—
           instead, be like
this slow

yellow. Let go.


From Stones (Penguin Random House, 2021) by Kevin Young Copyright © 2021 by Kevin Young. Used by permission of the poet.


Kevin Young

Kevin Young's poetry collections include Brown (Alfred A. Knopf, 2018) and Book of Hours (Alfred A. Knopf, 2014), winner of the 2015 Lenore Marshall Poetry Prize. He was elected a Chancellor of the Academy of American Poets in 2020.

Date Published: 2021-11-01

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