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[ozma_izanami]

Today feels off
I can't decide if it's the pinch in my head
Or maybe the cafeteria pasta salad
Negotiating with my moods
I'm jealous
And admitting it feels almost as horrid
As the rotini
I can see a mountain from this desk
And it makes me wonder
What new desire I could see from there
Unfolding into quiet corners that I don't yet know
That I may never know
It is astounding to think of all of this world
I will never put my hands on
All because I am too occupied
By macaroni
And a poem not written for me.