Failing April

American TV taught me I’d succeed eventually and I don’t think that’s right because it doesn’t feel right and there have been no breakthrough moments, successes lasting longer than seconds and out of 34 tries in five months it’s been all no and not maybe and it must be what I do is minuscule like Dweebs or Cheerios, holey, full of holes or air or, and just so easily crushable, and every letter’s an accident, puncture, and I’d like to say I cared enough to keep trying, redoing, it’s tough though, and at what point is?

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