Four

Americano in the city
(Liquid dopamine) wondering~
~Am I pretty?
Yet?
Or are my scars so distressed
my mind too impressed
to be
~satisfactory~
to be
(a human) me

What is poetry
when the words
I forget
Forget me
all you see
hear the timbre
of my voices / of the forest
Do you seek solitude?

Or implicate the fortitude
(Formerly known as)
security?

What’s the point of war when we lose heart?
What’s the worth of love aside from art?

drained of dopamine I keep living.