of a year
Jan 1, 2023
much of it alone
i don’t know how to
relate
i have felt the eyes on my face
the eyes of two judges
me and them
and i did not feel
love
for i am
a place on your notebook that you erase and erase and erase
and the pencil still won’t rub off and there’s so much
eraser gunk
you brushed me off the paper and i’m in bits on the floor