the lie.

poetry

In order
for me to believe you
I would
have to
tell myself
that
I don’t exist
that I’m not worth
no             breath

notevennolighttraceofatouch.     that I’m not worth no kinda Seeing. In order           for me to believe all the shit you wrote down

(2015)

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