Falling asleep
To your own bad poetry
Of two yesteryears ago
Is like the discomfort that
Grows when you first
Realize that you’ve made
The worst of all possible
Moves in a chess game
You’re playing with one
Of the children to whom
You teach Latin.
You know — it’s like that.
+VDMA
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