it is evening
It is evening and I have nothing
on my mind. I can’t even think
of a subject or a theme
for this poem. This poem which
will always remain a complete
abortion, or no not that, but
a stillbirth. A stillbirth is something
to speak about in dismissive tones
that belie the deep suffocating
tragedy. The tragedy that will remain
forever in your heart.
[drops mic]
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