To belong.

To not.

To feel as though I have to

be much less than half

of what I am,

for others

to interface

or find 

their bearing

within me.

To feel as though I have to 

simmer down,

filter out,

evaporate

parts of myself

to accomodate

all

but I.

Rocks,

cats,

blades of grass,

dogs,

and beetles

have a better 

grasp of meiner 

essence.

Perhaps it is to

rocks,

cats,

blades of grass,

dogs,

and beetles,

all of my letters 

should be addressed.

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