april 14: today I kept writing

the purpose of all this is that
I don’t have to write it and
you don’t have to read it –

I write in the hopes that I’ll
brush against something
poignant and purposeful.

it’s what I feel as if I’m wrapped in
like a swaddling blanket, it’s warm
and uncomfortable and I’ve yet
to find the words to simply
write it away.

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