Drowning in a Small Bowl

I play too much
in this ruin. Wing-

dings over profits,
always, despite ancient

language bleating over
the human market.

For what it is worth,
self-worth is not defined

by worth. The milk
is not transferable

to white. When
projecting nonsense,

be sure to include
my name in the credits.

(originally published in Eunoia Review, Fall 2021)

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