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2020 as a Poem and a Goodbye
Jan 2, 2021
i want to unravel my thighs from my bedsheets
but what is the point? i wouldn’t wake up if that
was something i had control over. instead i roll
over and guilt myself into letting go of skin on
linen skin. i’m not depressed. simply unexcited.
the city i live in experienced its gloomiest day
of all time and there isn’t a single rhyme that
can convince me optimism can shine through
the drowning resounding blue haze. i control
my gaze and i choose to fall into a daze where
everything i’m dreaming of is tangible.
