by existing, the poem becomes hypocrisy
03.19.04
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turning over these things
like rustling parchment,
creased and brittle

[or]

tearing them to shreds,
digging nails into
petals and a rose is
a rose is not
a rose in pieces

[and]

this is
all around us

[ ]

(i think therefore) i
am wondering why there is
this need
to understand