Bad poetry


Today I went outside

I sat in the ugliest place I could find

wet feet cold cheeks

dirty snow and a junky couple yelling at each other about joints

as my coat fell apart and floated away

I thought about all the places where it went wrong

where I did wrong

and what I could have done differently

It’s all clear in hindsight

I just hope it’s not too late

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