An Erasure Poem
She has blonde hair, very blonde, very light.
You’re stuck, like it or not—
A purely physical phenomenon.
You were asphyxiated by a false belief,
A blissful turtle experience.
That was our conversation.
“I don’t think there’s any single reality.
Something is practical if it helps you realize your goals.”
I want to seize fate by the throat,
But the world, as a rule, does not live on beaches and country clubs.
I want to be buried in a pine box, or no box at all.
No one can prove anything.
By: Jacob Adams
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