silent reader of awful girl poet


silent reader of awful girl poet,
I hope your days have been better.
recently,
I lost 2 sets of keys
and the washing machine needed a new motor.
my social demise 
came on a Sunday
when the church could not remember my name.
then my phone broke
after the 100th drop
and the laughter that escaped made me look insane.
I positively despise all the company I keep
in this God forsaken academic space.
I have a male professor I abhor
and a female supervisor who I cried to once
and now locks her chamber away.

silent reader of awful girl poet,
I hope the breeze caresses you 
dearly
perhaps reading about my awfulness,
and the unlucky life I'm leading,
could help you look at yours
and realise 
that yours might not be worth leaving.
then perhaps I could use my silly poetry
to lasso your newfound desire;
to live a life that is less awful than mine
to spare my thumbs from growing drier and drier.


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