Why do I write myself out of my own story
In my daily mind and in my work?
Because I know instinctively
I’m not really supposed to be here
Why is it so satisfying
To destroy myself on paper?
Because my existence
Feels like an anomaly
Why do I feel such satisfaction
Narrating my own death?
Because I’m setting right
Something long wrong.
Why does the world feel so right
Imagined without me in it?
Because no matter what happens
I can never be fixed, but maybe
The worlds of those around me
Can
November 18-30, 2024
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