And I suddenly do not care
if I’m not likeable
anymore;
I was likeable my entire life—
I’m on a mission now.
A Pisces’ right to cry and cry
but an individual’s right
to try and try;
shall allow my hypocrisy
on my sleeve
so come and get me.
shall ride out every wave
till I feel the sand
scraping at my belly
and the tops of my toes,
breast.
I’ll be sure to let you know.
unsure as she goes.
s./j. goldner
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