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I feel left undone and unfinished.

The day has wearied itself and me.

My mother used to recite:
“If ifs and ands
Were pots and pans,
There’d be no work
For tinkers.”

If I had chosen a different path.
If I had not overcompensated for being fat.
If I had gone to a different university.
If I had been loved by parents.
If I had loved myself sooner.
If I had been braver.
If I were braver.

The godless clouds have gone.

The gods have gone.

Unfinished.

R 09/06/2023 13:57