losing grip.







forgive me, unpleasant soul,
as you linger around me,
day and night, but what is it
that makes you follow my steps?

might it be the odor of oriental herbs
in my hair? or is it the way i can
never finish a book — please,
my vexatious guest, tell me,
what is your concern.

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