fat volatile junebug

Jail can be fun.

I read a book

Or part of it rather

About an unborn

I’ve always dreaded this to be true

Of me

Surely

I thought, think to myself

It is in my age

When I am older

I will be born

And no longer lost

Fluid and giddy

No no no

No thinking of analogies

Yet when reading on the porch

The light

Attracts a lot of bugs

Tons, they are everywhere

Poor things

Blindly fluttering around the light bulbs

Bouncing into one another

I’m glad I am a human

And aware

Yet unborn

All the same

And surely

Figuring it out

Will only entertain me for so long.

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[Jaco (Jaik Miller)]

Fantastic my friend