Measured Out in Baritones

I’m convinced that all conversation
Is actually a monologue —
All the things I say are for my own benefit,
All the things you say are the things you needed
To hear most, but couldn’t ask for.
I cannot make you happy is your
Medicine, why aren’t you perfect?
Was never an antidote, but a diagnosis. Suddenly
I realize I’ve become fluent in the language of
Masculinity, and I’m so

Author: Erica V.

Always seriously joking and rambunctiously soft-spoken.

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