the few, the unadulterated few,
are not poets.
(I are not a poet)
Microsoft Word
is the poet.
(I are girl,
I are miss you)
and this is who I am.
this is who I became.

dispassionated, dumbed down
addicted.
in love, out of love.
new colors, old clothes.
(fake colors)
inbred fruits.

we are one,
barely alive at all.