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Updated: Mar 27, 2018

it carries like influenza

this fatigue


asking and realizing

the pointlessness


the uselessness

mine, infested


by self-satisfied

reliance on a


structural integrity


at the cost

of my own


I couldn’t build this chair if I wanted to—


an aggregate of accolades

and other flotsam


how was I made useless?


maybe I blame

my parents


I’ve even sat in this chair before,

and still I could not build it.

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