The Tear-Jerking Ember (Stupid Poem)

The embers leak into my carpet.

They don’t burn anything

but they desire life,

just as I

desire rest.

Live like

you signed up for this.

Write as if

nothing in the world

ever cost you

more than a tear-jerking laugh track.

Since when did being drunk

at 5 in the morning

become poetic?

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