lviii. MAYBE ERROR IS THE RIGHT ANSWER.
maybe it's because i'm too greedy, that more is never enough. i look at numbers, add them up over and over and over but it doesn't seem right. it should be higher, all of it, everything that lays before me. i add them again and again and again until the buttons of the calculator break. i am left on error. a mishap that i can't afford. i write and i write, type words till my fingers bleed speak until i'm tongue tied, mouth dry, i've run out of syllables to fake my way out of this greediness in my veins.
i look in the mirror. i am never enough.
YOU ARE READING
on this day.
Poesíaxvii, april. (ii). these words speak louder than i ever will. © playlist poetry h.r. : #55
