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[gglah]

I worry 'bout
everything:

My mom, her ailing body
and her mind that hides
behind her eyes.
I've known her
nearly twenty-eight years
and I can't just start
playing peek-a-boo
now.

Money, I don't have much.
And it doesn't mean much,
until you don't have any.
I'm going to drown
in a victory that lacks
everything you attribute
to success.

We're gonna get better. And at some point
I will finish this poem, too.

Romance by chance
is a cancer.
Eat my heart
as we are all cannibals
in love with consuming each other.