exciting times (poem #1)

Holding you at night, is a great tragedy.

It is a struggle keeping my happiness from rotting.

Joy isn’t easily digested,

it is destruction,

hypocrisy,

desire.

There are moments,

where clutter turns humorous.

Where plastic is a reminder of negligence.

Where you are the bitter taste of a morning routine.

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