Inside my skull is painted with chalkboard paint,
and phantom fingernails have been scraping all day long.
All my First World problems are like feathers, fluffy down,
and I’m not even allergic.
But I’m still a rusty wrench,
a leaky faucet,
a fraying shoelace that will not thread through its grommet.
Namaste my foot.
I’m mud and peeling paint
and a streaky windshield.
Harumph.
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