sometimes i feel like i'm hopeless.
i am.
i'm willing, i'm hopeless.
i'm transparent.
whitman allowed me to write in free verse.
but it's not free.
while these words confine me.
i've got to maneuver these letters.
to shape what i mean.
while there's no shape of the mouth.
that can convey,
things will,
always be,
a little better,
than okay.
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