windrag : poetry : journal

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i apologize to myself
for all the moments

i failed to live
my own life fully

waiting for someone
else to apologize.


note to self: songs that
made me what i am–so few
of them are clever.


distracted. the trees
in my neighborhood are deep
in conversation.

balance ii

i’ve counted the books
of poems in my house, and the
spiders. good ratio.

you are the product

i hope that when whoever is buying
accesses my personal data
the message is clear:
i love my people
and i don’t care who knows.