Its like the contents of my life have been spread out on the lawn of this icy tundra.
Yard sale.
5 cent, 10 cent, dolla.
Expectations of what my life would be like
begging to be bought up
by someone who doesn't know any better.
(me)
Mom's spending her last 15$ on Bingo
and Dads sitting disoriented in the hospital
John's locked out of the house again.
A
Beautiful Disaster
A
Sublime cataclysm
my
cosmic teacher
my
terrestrial torment
for
divine epiphany
just a
paragon
of
perfection in the imperfection
that is
human
existence
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