What Is To Be Done

Automatic writing from the great beyond. Poem fragments, mental illness, whatever. Come for the inscrutability, stay for the brevity

12/31/23

Okay. I’m sad. I am lonely. I was born to be so

/I am best so/

/I do not have a shirt to wave about my head. /

/I have my cat.

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