Today I spent thirteen hours
In front of a computer
And I will spend many more,
All in the hope that one day
I’ll be very far from one,
Riding a horse,
Very far from you
Very far from impossibly kind people
That I’m not good at loving back.
You must ask yourself questions
And the answer is unsettling.
No, I’m not particularly good
Or talented.
I have a gift for anger
And buying secondhand furniture.
I’m not an altruist
Though I do suffer
For the baby pigeon
My landlord accidentally killed
This morning.
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