Unattainable.

by Poet on the Piano   Jan 29, 2021


I tuck my hair
underneath
the threads of
a discolored sweater;
maybe they won't
notice the split ends,
the nonexistent
dividends,
the spine of a
ghost who never
fully materialized.

I thought today
would be better,
and for awhile
it was -
but I should have
known better,
I really

should have.

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