untitled
My life is telescoping
In every way , I’m a interloper
I remember that day
A dove got trapped in our hotel room
Now you’re living in Neveda ?
Nevada is fun if you’re with someone
But it’s a real a nightmare on your own.
Bird in flight or falling star
Haunting my own potential
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This poem resonates with me – perhaps because I find my own life and choices spiraling out of my grasp
So many typos. Idc. I like that rushed quality.