the point
a sense of urgency
five hours sleep operating
this heavy machinery
this cup that's me
whose words spill thick
on not where i want them
out not how i want them
my visage, my vessel,
whatever you want to call it
a set of instances
containing each other
their immanent qualities
iām unclear on it, really
or unclear in it, really
so insensitively asking
about myself, really
iām indifferent
but i still want you to think iām pretty