It’s always time for the rodeo
now that I’ve firmly accepted
the fetal position
as a way of life.
Because when doubt comes barging in
like a mad cocaine pirate
I welcome it on board
with streamers and balloons.
She says that I used to be somebody
while the mirror lies
in the trash
in her yard
and my dreams
have become dried husks
so much that I pray for
monsters
under my bed.
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Cool words! Cool title!
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Thank you, my friend.
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You’re welcome.
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