i live in a room
full of green
exit signs
neon-lit promises
of transcendence
oozing
impatience
as if my life
was
the most insecure
place
in the
universe
and I’d have
to go
right away.
but i greet
their over-parenting
with indifference
writing a few
poems
every few
years
self-absorbed
like a
sealed bottle garden
breathing the
memory of
air
spacing
infinity
with
my
silence
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