A Bad Day

Georgia Park

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

“It’s like waves
all the normal
minutes I’ve lived
recede
and the horrible
ones come crashing
forward.
It makes me
not want to live
my worst memories
over and over

because then there’s
no room for
ice cream and
to pet the dog
or that time
I smiled at that girl
and she smiled back at me
or anything.

Once, I had a real job.
I taught little kids,
they were adorable-
they liked me.
I loved them.
and I cant right now.

I don’t have anything
to give. I’m not me.
What kind of life
is that to live?
You know, I don’t
remember exactly…
but I know that once
I was something, somebody
I just cant remember who
it was I wanted to be
but I’m sure it was lovely.
and that’s what hurts
that I might’ve liked her
and she’s lost to me.”

“Ms. Park, there is

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Author: Sudden Denouement

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