Tepid, aglow with the cuprous
sweat of self-loathing, you
resort to moderate cruelty
again and again
that was always your way
of containing the steady trickle
of commentary—expert at everything
you do—that accrues
in the pit of your stomach
day by day and no matter where
you look you are insensate
to the shards of beauty
that slice and snag your skin
with every blundering step you take
unable to understand that there
are miles of possibility
at your feet
(c) 2017, by Hannah Six
Image: White House dot gov
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