my courage

poetry

damn it.
I think I left it
in my other pants…yep.

in the right front
pocket with my credit card
and just a little
bit of lint.

well, can’t go
back and get it
now. I guess
I’ll just make
the best of of it

hope I don’t get
tested. hope I’m
strong and good
on my own…you know,
capable.

I mean, it’s a big
busy world out there
and it swallows us all
up without even
thinking.

I wonder if anyone’ll
even notice. People
must forget theirs
all the time…

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