Some days, I wake up
unable to cope with opposite values.
Some days are a lot like today.
It isn’t my birthday, so I have
no reasons for being depressed.
Like that would ever stop me.
Yesterday tried and failed,
tried and failed, until something
resembling a narrative emerged.
It isn’t my birthday, I scream,
and the rest of my yesterdays
swarm, ready to give me the business.

-r. miller

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