i carved apathy

into a poem.

i wanted no one to feel


an emotional blank.

the kind of words you just

stare at

that erase your sobs

from inside.

i chiseled tears

into vapor.

i wanted to bore some

out of the popular:

that words on a paper


'cause a rhyme

can be happenstance,

just like

clouds can form into animals

at a random gust.

puffy, pretty.

but insignificant.

like a stanza.

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