The pitch

I am up with the morning,
I Fry bologna and slice a tomato and onion
toast and eggs…
——
You have this idea in your head
Whatever it is, it’s been sold to you…
Somewhere you heard it and the pitch and you decided to buy it and believe it and make it your own…
——
Who is worse, me or the narcissist ? The hammer or the nail?
The artist with their delusion
Or the average person unable to see what we see?
I make coffee
There’s a woman in my bed sleeping with the rain
——/
We all need company, touch, a heart that listens
Someone to nurture the good in us
Someone to help us feel normal
If just for a night
——
We work and hope we can still live…
Hope we can be good or better than what we know or fear we really are inside…

But the secret is we still get to decide…

-E

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