Pep Talk
when you are tired of yourself open the window
sit naked on your bedroom floor let the night curl its way among
the tips of your body collect the loose ends of joy you forgot to tighten
look tonight there is no moon only the sky holding the mouth of a gun
are you scared you should be the only home a bullet knows is a black body
write this poem down
then rip it up
stop trying to prove your existence
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