i scream at the ducks in my best inside voice

the pointlessness
is pointed
jabbing
pricking
stabbing
poking
a trail of red
running down
my inner arm
over forearms
to drip down
making sticky fingers
this sticky wicket
the immenisity
in the unnecessarily
pointed pointlessness
that is my
everyday discombobulation

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