500 characters

500 characters
or less
who do you think

we are lives
translatable into
bite sized

bytes for you
to banish into
modern limbo

I can make
that’s a real

pull me up
I know the
difference between

and shitwater
I know

the value of
a morning kiss
given through

misty light diffused
between paper

you say
well here’s

something relevant
people die

but I don’t see
why we
can’t believe in fairies

Got really pissed at the word limit for one of my internship applications, so wrote this poem as an artsy fuck you. For the record, I’m still looking for a summer job.


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