i write simple sonnets
and only some are sometimes impressive.
only sometimes. unwind the broken clock
two times backward, one time forward
i believe that one day the dream we were
promised will arrive in 15 minutes or it
will be free. it better still be warm
or i'm going to social media for them to
feel my wrath. feel the depth
of my disappointment. then i'll
revisit the clock's accuracy
resync myself into the person i want to be
it's always some other version
i'm not sure i'll ever get it right.
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