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Spaghetti knots

Private transport

Reality

is a man grasping

at a straw

when it’s actually a stick

and from afar

it’s nothing at all,

both the man and the straw

*

No one sits

besides me on a bus

but I suppose

it is my fault

for not sitting

beside someone else

first,

which is probably why

no one sat beside me

because I’m always at fault

and I barely sit like them:

tucked

together

unified

against people who will

make mistakes like me

*

I had this friend

who studied insects so much

that he thought he was one

flapping underdeveloped wings

worn from use and misuse

on actions that mattered to the field

and those that didn’t pollinate much

like making a single dinner the night before

he flew over a bridge

into oncoming traffic

and onto a windshield

that he hoped was big enough

for a bug like him

About kacperniburski

I am searching for something in between the letters. Follow my wordpress or my IG (@_kenkan)

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