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Sometimes when I'm at my second job I get really frustrated and angry. Something about being around customers pisses me off beyond belief. On this specific day, I felt gross.
Here's a poem that I hope reflects that.
August 28th, 2023
I wish to hear myself
For I choke on what makes me
The very cumulation of my being makes me sick
Unable to hear it,
Unable to bear it,
My skin itches from the inside to out
Underneath my fingernails, the sweet thick wine begins to dry
The cure unwinds but does not settle the mind.