Poem: "Things" by Fleur Adcock from Poems: 1960-2000. © Bloodaxe Books From the Writer’s Almanac.
"There are worse things than having behaved foolishly in public.
there are worse things than these miniature betrayals,
committed or endured or suspected; there are worse things
than not being able to sleep for thinking about them.
It is 5 a.m. All the worse things come stalking in
and stand icily about the bed looking worse and worse and worse."
This is my mind on so many days.