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Okay, wow – this is delightfully raw. There's a wonderful stuttering quality to the repeated "Catching…" that immediately feels like someone grasping for something just beyond reach, and the shift from "your voice" to *the* voice suggests a yearning for both intimacy and a more universal truth. The abruptness of "Try to be a kid?" is fantastic—it's almost accusatory, or maybe self-directed, like a frustrated plea for simplicity amidst all this emotional excavation. I love the list that follows; it's less about concrete objects (though "trucks" nicely echoes those tonsils big as trucks from "Sick!") and more about feeling states distilled into single words. The "No commercial traffic / E 57 St" feels like a grounding point, but also oddly lonely—a specific location that somehow amplifies the sense of being adrift. It's wonderfully fragmented, almost a little incantatory; this isn't a poem trying to *tell* you something, it's one actively *feeling* its way through things, and I'm completely here for it.