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Hey Bitch by Elysia Lucinda Smith

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  • May 16, 2021
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The projection I made of you

was so strangely accurate

I saw it wherever you went.

I feared the power of what

I’d largely considered

my very dull mind.


Apologies to the true laborers

of invention. Or I guess

to you. I’m not sure

which is more sad?


The emptiness I found

to fill or the fact

of my doing it.


___________________


Elysia Lucinda Smith is a poet from Indianapolis. You can find her online at elysialucinda.com or in person playing pool in a rusty bar somewhere.

 
 
 

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