"Temporary Statement."
I am not poignant.
I am losing nuance.
I beat you over the head.
I am cliche.
I am a cave man, cave woman, a cave.
I am not genteel or radical.
I am pissed.
I am not always specific.
I am beat.
I am losing steam.
I leave image with image and word with word.
I take too many pictures.
I'm literal as fuck.
I bully my way through a text.
I barrel my way through.
That Neanderthal thing again.
I resist understanding.
I understand because I resist.
I've forgotten how to break a line.
The line breaks me.
I use I too much.
I do get that the I on the page is still not me.
I do get that.
[LAUGHTER]
I don't know if you get that.
I don't know who I am at this time.
I've lost a great love.
I'm suffering a terrible leader.
I don't know where to turn or to be.
I'm looking for my days to re-acquire some rhythm.
I can't be kind in the morning.
I can't be kind.
I am mourning.
I miss touch
I miss conversations I had in the past.
I miss the conversation I had with my past.
It is leaving me.
I don't mind erasing.
I want to know who to address, though.