TRUE CONFESSIONS
That I want to throw my smartphone
against the first person
that walks past. That
everything I say is a wish for infamy.
That I like being common,
for example this mouth of mine.
That I want to crack open
a scythe against longstanding edifice.
That it all has force in
it, which I don’t know how to undo.
That I’m still a child.
That this child is fooling you. That this child
is abstracted away from
your analyzing thumb.
Gotta ho gobba lotta
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dijoo wannum ..??