another note taped to my mirror

who else feels like they have
a few dozen dead butterflies
in their stomach?

my gut use to
give me intuition,

but all i get now
are bones.

i swear
this place

turns emotion to
transactions of the soul.

i caught myself
scheduling open afternoons

for free thought
& i shook, shook awhile.

now that awhile
is just another note
taped to my bathroom mirror.

swear if i don’t stop myself,
one day the glass will read,

Don’t forget you exist.

Sean Selbach is a poet living in Chicago, IL

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