one letter.

the aftermath of a life spent without violence

culminates in my lack of interpersonal skills with those

who i deem to be better

so i reap the rewards of a silent mouth and careful posture

learning what it is "beauty" and

"fulfillment"

your note missed my plate

but i think i am okay

because chai will taste like heaven regardless of your fitted clothing

and it will be consumed tonight inevitably

as i venture into the land of hipsterdom

so i segment my life as my body turns bronze

and you will be gone

but i think i am okay

eventually, the simple letter "i" will be enough