Why I Talk to the Walls Even After They Betray Me
once, I was an adult again
I fooled myself into thinking
that people could just be friends
I tried to be a reader, again
but found my books all mute
so I tried to be a writer
on the grounds that blank pages were better
than vacant words
once, I became a child again
and adopted a pet
complaining to her still face was easier
now, I am a patient again
at least the doctor’s deafness is funny
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