Straight Line

I am not a straight line

I am crooked 

I am curved

I am queer

 

Please, do not try to measure me

Please, do not waste your energy

On such a tiny being such as I

 

I do not fit, I know I do not fit

It isn't worth your time --

(Nor mine, yet still I try) -- 

To find a place, a spot for me

 

I am but a dot on a blade of grass

In acres and acres of field

Do not bother --

Do not waste your time with me

 

I am not anything the future will see.

Sunflower

Acer Sacharrum

VT

15 years old

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    in the bottom of my bag.

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    Please, don’t.

    Don’t. 

    Don’t you know? 

    Don’t you know what I mean? 

    Don’t you know what I mean when I say 

    something isn’t right something isn’t right something isn’t right 

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    If

    I — 

    I could. 

    I could, love. 

    I could love you. 

    I could love you if… 


    I — 

    I wanted. 

    I wanted to. 

    I wanted to, love. 

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