firstly, no, i will not keep calm and carry on
there are too many actualities of presence
in my way and lord knows we are perishable and will.
i beg of you honesty in earnest and i vomit completely
at the steps of your etsy shop when you tell me
in peach pastel paisley on eight by five with lethal…
again
I like the feel of this. Very provoking.
An open poem to anyone who tells me to treat myself, stop worrying, everything will be fine, this too shall pass, etc,...