It Was Written

i got caught
thinking again
and stupidly took

the bait
thus setting
off the trap but

this was
linguistically
more me then a

mouse because
i kept thinking
Faulkner

but f
uck me
Dickenson
 
misquoting
so not to
be sued

about a best
and a worse
time and i'm

thinking i'm
living on the
border line

thank god not
the actual
textual

line but i
can feel
the way

i write
and how
stereotypically

i look as i look
back on and 
in the mirror 

realizing hey
that's not
or yes

thats
me
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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