i
write poems everyday
and
still find i have something to say
maybe
i’m not a good poet
i
keep searching for
that
illusive answer
waiting
in the perfect poem
the
one i can title, “me”
find
a picture of myself
hanging
somewhere
around
this place
and
pin the poem
to
my face
and
never need to write again
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