schlepping, disgusting
indiscriminate self-
promotion.
cancerous, unerring
warmth of spirit;
dimness of intellect;
you have tantrums
and you seek my attention.
and i have nothing but my ignorance to give to you.
nothing to be said; rather, silence.
not a single bit of re-cognition
in my own head,
and on my face. you are
a species to be studied; you are not me;
i see nothing of myself beyond my first fifteen.
and yet, you appear all the happier.
you are protean and languid;
bombastic, maladjusted--
and yet, and yet:
you've no-
one to acquaint with.
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