here is some polite narcissism: she writes but she will never be Known; she puts too much in each poem. other people write: bright days, depression, love, woman, sex, lies, lust, morning. she writes: lovelustsexdepressiongirlcomingofageselfimagehatedepressionpomegranitesredboyshope. it is impossible to break the constellation into stars. or—maybe—it is possible, but why should she try? if her art… Continue reading poem: her poetry is chaos, it looks bad on instagram.