You’re always looking
For a grave to fill
A suicide to allay
Your grievances
You are as indispensable as air
With so many roles to fill
You are sure to become God
(Perhaps you already are)
You paint me red,
With concentric serpents
To calibrate your defect
Your words perforate
And deny extraction
Even if I forgive
These barbs shall remain
Just as you left them, like a nest
Like the frantic preservation
Of a diminishing motherhood
The hour will come
When I am unnecessary
When I’ve no tears
Left to barter
I don’t know if you’ll be
Better or worse
Without me
But I will not
Live long enough
To see it
You do not like my smile
The way it denies
Our suffering
They way it rallies and grapples
I do not want to be bitter
To live amongst grapefruits
Does that make me artificial?
Can I not simply look at the sky
And find a single cloud
That is not a sheep or a dragon?
In that great expanse
There is a jungle,
A farm,
An ocean
And always something new
Left to discover
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Just a reminder I will be on vacation from Wednesday through Friday
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