so worthless if i can’t be gladly exerted, gliding over gravel as if it isn’t a black hole of everything, not fit not a person anyone could truly like; why isn’t there a list a list of me and my faults because there is too many and i can’t solve them all fix them all no, nobody asks me but they all do and sometimes when i think of blond eyelashes i am okay because i realize i can write a poem which becomes the mermaid language i hear when i swim steady strokes am i a fragment.