Someone once said to me:
"When it hurts,
you know you're alive."
To which I replied:
"It hurts when
you know you're alive."
Go fuck yourself.
I don't need some neerdowell
like yourself
who has failed at
more than I have
to upturn the corners.
I am happy.
I burned note cards with a prayer
carved between the lines.
I screamed to the skies.
I begged for a catastrophe.
Begged.
And pleaded.
I peeled the proof of purchase from
every bottle I drank.
I saved the can tabs.
I saved the bottle caps.
I sold my scrapes to the scrapeees.
I fed my roaches to the wasps.
I threaded needles with a tie off.
I picked solids from snots.
I am everyone of those sitting so patiently
below cross eyes save for the fact that I have yet
to succeed in failing.
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