#Goals

putting my words on a broken screen
friends who can save me
paint over the blemishes
i recognize blessings in numbers
i count them before i sleep
sometimes i give them a call

i have forgotten a life
i have started a new one
it makes little sense but we carry on
because little children are being born
and there is instagram

losing empathy this city
keeps growing
expanding like a disease
quite literally at this time
as i type

i think it would feel better if
i was a derelict
i was a wasted fellow
somehow alive, barely social
i was considered a poet moving towards death deliberately
just to be remembered later
and making money posthumously

but i am not who i am
and far away from who i want to be
far away from who i want to be with
i think i will get a cat
so atleast i could be a cat lady

(2015)

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