Tepid Witness

poetry 1 Minute

I can’t feign amazement
any harder.
Tepid witness that I am,
such profound states
slide right off of me.
I know but mere hunger
and fatigue,
in all the colors they come.

-r. miller

Published by r. miller

I'm a fan of beards, cardigan sweaters, and good weed. Sometimes I write, and sometimes, people enjoy it.

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