He walks on the shady side
of the street; not because
it's darker, but because
he'll sweat less.
He types his fears into a box
and acts surprised when they
meet him on the sidewalk.
He laughs when others cringe.
The opposite is true.
Once he tried to off himself
and sees now his success.
You can eat every day
and still starve to death.
You can conjure a life
and recite it.
You can have gin for dinner
and tell them at coffee
about pretty voids
you've been filling.
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