Words slip through my fingertips
every so often.
Experiences in foreign countries,
meeting new people, and even falling in love—
all boiled into delusion.
A hazy blur of video after video,
scrolled in my bed,
as fungi spread across it
and eventually,
to me.
What did you do this summer?
I turned into a mushroom.
Comments
I love short and pointed poems like this
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