Amazing piece by Georgia Park!

I am a poet! I am. I am. I am a poet, I reaffirmed, ashamed.

im late for my finals
late for the third train
this year to chicago
i still have glitter
mixed in with my oatmeal
from a misspent night
in new york city
and skulls and crossbones
chattering my teeth
from a stop in salem
where at least a girl
smiled at me-
im late for my period
late on realizing
a fair few things
i needed to realize
before i went
through with them
i was absent for
my own wedding
i didnt even leave
a note or anything
i recently lost
my drivers license
only one of my eyes
is currently working
i dont know the difference
between my real self
and my pseudonym
i cant speak
any languages
so i just end up
until i fall asleep
in front of everyone
at all the most
important meetings

but when you meet me
at the train station
you just…

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Author: Sudden Denouement

A Literary Collective

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