General bewilderment, Poetry

microcosm. (title forever changing, subject to mood lighting)

The whole

is broken.

Please

let me stay

wrapped in this sound proof

irony.

Hypocrisy

the non word of the day.

Elitism,

the magic that blurs party lines,

a gift that truly keeps giving

my disgust, validation.

Votes not cast for either.

(Three, is it possible to count to three? I know we can do it. But let’s dream big, let’s try four.)

Can we please just start over.

That look.

The puzzled one where the last piece refuses to be found.

i thought we were talking about the denial of your family dynamic…

Oh. I’ve moved on.

But what I mean is,

I really haven’t…

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