i've lived 100 terrible lives
their unrecognizable voices present
only in personal records
some, causing a great deal of hurt
some, immortalized in memories of strangers
each life dying with me as i bring the kitchen knife in the shower or slam my head against the wall
they pass on the luck of life to myself
i stare at someone’s body in the mirror
i stare at the raw animalism of it
the imperfection and the permanence
and i wake up
and i realize
i'm okay
i think i’m okay with this
i can live with it

sept 2021
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