Pretend Life
We have two lives
now, except for those
who have learned
to exist in just
one plane.
One for show,
the other an un-
edited, red-
faced, glorious
mess, cuss-
worthy, hands-in-
the-dirt, ugly-
crying, dust-
ball infested
wormy compost
bin of blank
days and desperate
gulps of air
in the
bathroom.
It’s totally
not your
fault
that you
don’t really
know
me.
Image: nrd on Unsplash
April 9, 2021
#NaPoWriMo2021 no. 9
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