goodbye complaint

fare thee well, complaint — i will see you on the other shore

broken, bowed back, brittle lips

have you got the crowd of us sooooo cowed that we never look


oh, complaint, what do you know of me?  struggling so mightily

one paragraph

one sweet story

one sensical dream

i hiked a dusty, long hill all the way to the top

i never stopped complaining, once

just ask the auntie who trailed behind me

she asked,

“do you ever stop complaining?”

to which i answered, no

not even tonight.



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