284/365: Gum Smackers Undo Me

leg of a gum smacker

I want to unfurl
from this tight fist I've pulled into,
step gently toward humanity,
notice a simpler goodness,
but she's smacking her gum two feet from me,
and she must die.

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285/365: Low, Long

I'm Out, Again, For National Coming Out Day