neither nor

there are certain things i can’t write about

at least not out in full

but i’ll walk around until i will

know i’ll be sinking

others will go drinking

or have party breath

popping happy pills

to reveal the things they can but can’t

i think at slants, big or small

we aren’t at all ourselves

we are far from the prettiest

so we choose and blame the things that make us the least prettiest

but destruction is a mere prerequisite

there’s no point

neither nor

no way

these are just the things we are

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