Ideas Trapped by Words, Snarling

How do I feel about it?

You know, post-its in the shredder?

I use the shreds for mulch,


Most of the time

When I write

It already

Feels like

I am going to war.

I make notes

To take note.


Like a trapped possum,


As I unspring the trap.

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