I CAN’T WRITE POETRY
I’m too sad
my thoughts are
paper planes
flying through my brain,
melting upon arrival.
How am I supposed to
catch them
mid-air?
I CAN’T WRITE POETRY
I’m too happy
distracted under the
water
I think I can
Hold my breath
and grow gills,
but I cannot write
about things I
don’t understand.
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