Annie,
Annihilate me;
Crush me to pigment
That you may paint with my tears.
5/27/2020

My writing is imperfect;
Not only because perfection is a conceptualized ideal
With an ever-receding finish line,
But also because I write
What I want to say;
And I don’t write
What I think people want to hear.
5/27/2020
