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cardboard.
wet sponge.
washing powder.
cotton shirt. cheese and crackers. sleeping pills.
chipped fences,
dust-lined table tops,
car tires,
concrete and concrete,
the smell of air and sweat and soap andnothing.
this is me, trying to get used to
nothing.
pencil shavings.
beige bed sheets.
stale taste in the mouth.this is (not)words,
(not) pouring from the dry throat and chapped lips
of someone
who should have given up
years ago,stirring (not) feelings into (not) stanzas
more flavourless than the lukewarm cup of tea sitting
at the desk, hoping they'll fizz away intonothing.
this is me, trying out mediocre.
this is me, just trying
to get through the damn week without
falling apart.
this is me;nothing.