theres no poetic way to really talk about shit these days
the times
the politics
sex and relationships
its not romantic
none of it is romantic
none of it lights my fire
it doesnt inspire any emotion in me thats not despair or frustration
wildfires and fascism and misinfo and neo liberalism and therapy
I cant even ogle the ceo assassin in peace
sometimes I feel like giving up on verse and prose
if its not short form video content
sprinkled with seo
and giving us this day our daily trend
damn it to hell
im reaching out
trying to be moved
by a world I do not recognize
isnt this supposed to be MY time?
MY generation
MY youth
the wonder is gone and the time flies
its all stripped back
like a beautifully deconstructed meal at a Michelin starred restaurant
except im pretty sure
this isn’t what I ordered
Find That Bee 
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