Poetic
I try to make everything poetic.
Every movement.
Every thought.
I'm choking out syllepses and rhymes
and blood and aspirated cookie crumbs
and memories
and trauma.
Pseudo grace saving face.
And I'm constantly sorry
for all that falls short.
The typos, the mistakes,
the jokes that don't land,
the blind hope, the photos
I take in bad lighting.
I'm constantly falling short
because I'm not a poem.
And so, I try to make everything poetic.
Every movement.
Every thought.
Because I know I'm not a poem.
I know everything I'm not.
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