as though I have a say in anything––
the power to accept or not accept
these days I am a wisp
a waif perhaps, though nothing about it
feels sexy
and if I fight it feels trite and
pointless, like I am angry and all you see are
little boxes with question marks inside
in other words:
you do not get the meaning
in other words:
it does not compute
in other words;
I do not have other words,
my brain is a fog these days
and it takes me time
to even come up
with these ones.
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