If you hate your life
you may wind up
hating yourself more
than if poetry
isn’t working either
therapeutically enough
you may need real
molasses or something
more corrosive than
imaginary crevasses
until what’s called for finally
is a radical transmigration
of your shopping cart
your whole itinerary and
all your deleted crashes.
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