Ugly
No, the poem doesn't define me.
Don’t be silly. You don’t know me.
Yes, everything in it is true
But only momentarily
Here’s a picture of me
With braces and acne and a horrible mullet,
Insecurity oozing through the polaroid
Like hospice wing sweat
Look at me now
Still ugly
In the same way
Poems are beautiful
11/4/25
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