april 3rd

a poem about gratitude


the train door opens
fssshkpbp
a guy with far too
much luggage
for rush hour gives me
evil eyes

unable to step
back or right
my only way to
get myself
out of his wide way
is to step
aboard - my body
crushed aside

upon misreading
my actions
as selfishness he
unleashes
a long tirade of
ironic
thanks, later followed
by backwards
glances oozing with
resentment



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its amazing how prolific it makes you feel to have written 10 items of drivel on consecutive days.
i recommend the exercise to each and every one of you