my poems

this is how I build my poems;

gather all the sad in a bowl of

alphabet soup,

arrange the words in

whatever sequence hurt most


I do not know to do this

any other way,

my poems are not gift cards, presents,

or happy occasions,

my poems are just the leftover of

my tears-


after it all had been done with,

I sit in the kitchen,

crumpled napkin in hand

here to serve some passive aggressive poems
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