I think you are pretty

she laughed at me
when i told her that.
maybe they all told her
that, but i’m not them.
so i told her again.
this time,
she didn’t laugh.

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What is this?

it hits me.
like a ton of bricks,
but without the bricks.
had there been bricks
i’d have surely be killed.
confusion seizes everything,
what is this?

Difference makes

united in similarity
distinctly original
in between:
it holds together,
it tears apart,
it distinguishes,
it is you,
it is not you,
it is a beginning,
it is an end.

What does she want?

alluring inertia, or
compliant stasis.
maybe both?
running on
the spot
leads to
no where
and fatigue.
adapt to
move
and
rest.

Note the breadth

thud, thud, thud
the note pound my senses.
it reads, thinking felt.
the spaces between
reach towards one another
only to have their grasp
thwarted upon reflection.
pronounced initials
of first impressions,
whose brevity transfigures
misinterpretation,
decays under analysis.
living contrition assumed
when death is.

Heads or tails speak figure

i flip a coin to help me decide
because many faces express
an equal probability.
sorry if i exclude your point,
but to many makes
things prickly.

Hey, how are you?

did your hear that?
no, i didn’t.
why not?
it wasn’t directed to me.
i thought it was.
i thought it wasn’t.
was it said then?
it was, but only to whose ear listens?

I think i am because

i think what i am,
but then again,
i am what i think,
even when i’m not.
how?
i prove what i want.