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Took far too long to know I had stopped living 
and begun wearing my life instead.   

Like a child who ceases growing a decade early 
and the doctors with nothing they can do for him. 

My life grew—broadening, lengthening 
around me—while I remained unchanged, 

though I have by now made a little money, 
have touched the crowns of sleeping newborns. 

My life gets longer as it nears the end, 
gathering folds, dragging behind. 

The train of my robe, inglorious as it is, 
fills the length of any temple, sad little god 

I am—compulsive, weary worshipper. Somehow 
I know, had I been alive when Christ was a child, 

I would have been among the group of men 
listening to him in the temple yard, 

wanting to give up my life for God, only 
to return to the streets, wearing this 

big coat lined with goods I cannot sell. 



Cameron Alexander Lawrence is a visual artist and poet in Decatur, Georgia. His poems appear or are forthcoming in Five Points, Poetry Northwest, West Branch, and elsewhere.  

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