6/12/17

A small cup--

with tiny discs

and colorful oblong

obsessions,

I take them to

feel whole.

I take them with 

hope to wash them down--

Are the medications

helping?

Am I myself with

them?

I lack the knowledge 

of who I am--

what I am--

but I know how

I came to be; 

like I am.

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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