Dignity

I kid myself that
this poetry ennobles
my suffering
makes this wasted
life less
wasted
dignifies these
tissues full of snot
the empty whisky bottles
and the cockroach-infested
sink. Some how less
pathetic, this ruin,
because look!
three people read these
lines and that turns
weakness and shame
into art.

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