Feeling
better?
I
turned my regrets into paper,
the
magic trick of some self helper.
I
should have followed the recipe more closely
though
I managed the folding of my words all right,
to
throw away a low voice and want for friends.
lack
of spontaneity, not giving a fuck
for
gossip, not combing someone’s hair or missed romance
all
the scribblings went into a container.
I
did that all right.
After
a few attempts, I got them all in,
flown
from a distance, from an office chair
Into
a cup. That was my mistake.
I
stood up, walked to it,
drank
it down in one.
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