William Michaelian

Poems, Notes, and Drawings

Scratches

Sometimes I look at the last scratch and think this is no way to end,

and then I scratch, and scratch, and scratch again.

Sometimes I look and think this is the perfect way to end,

and then I scratch, and scratch, and scratch again.

Sometimes I look and I do end,

only to find myself scratching again.

And then I look at them.

I look at them, and think is this really who I am?

And I say of course not, because it isn’t, even though it is.

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Categories: A Few More Scratches

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4 replies

  1. Speaking of which…
    Two small fleas
    Hitch a short ride
    The dog shakes his tail
    -iku

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  2. I scratch often too
    But usually just my head
    When I watch the news.

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