Journal-writing and I are at
odds. A day in the life is just
not that interesting nor true.
Don't you live elsewhere?
I do. I wish I lived here. I wish
I were a hero with a thumb
big enough to plug the spill.
I'd be that unpretty and immobile
to do that. Not like the woman
who wants to weigh the most
but, yes, like. A little like.
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