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Why I Never Get Help
Dissolve again.
Into some puddle of oil.
Sink, and sunken.
Then turn into an oil painting.
Dissolve again.
Like a penny.
I don’t think pennies ever dissolve.
They just get dropped into the sewer sometimes.
And no one looks for them.
They turn into monsters.
Dissolve again.
Like gray.
Gray just-
Crunches underfoot.
Stabs my feet.
Until I get rid of all of it.
Chisel it away.
Day and night.
If you’re wondering why I never get help.
It might be because I can make my problems seem miniscule.
And I can take their uniqueness away.
So that all my problems seem ordinary.
Like bones in a barrel.
Or maybe not like that…
Unless I close up the lid.
And toss it out to sea.
Dissolve again.
Yes they will.
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Angelica Tao
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