i am not the one to bear all of this
this is meant for someone stronger than me
all this life that i can’t carry
all these hopelessly hopeful humans
all their resilience and joy
i don’t think i’m one of them
i feel like a radio host in the age of video stars
i’m not here to perform but rather inform
i feel like i’m in manual mode and everyone else
can automatically Be, and i have to be the one
to practice Being over and over
practicing expressions in the mirror
practicing what to say before it’s my turn to speak
practicing getting through manual mode faster
practicing dragging this weight around all the time
practicing by mirroring the ones who can Be
but it’s always wrong when I do it
i can’t have possibly been meant to be here
someone must’ve made a clerical error
on my way to existing