Me, if I had four arms

~

Brain straining, eyes fried

Chest tight, teeth grind

My head is a shopping cart,

one wheel stuck and dragging.

My head makes me

read it over and over again.

Makes me read it over and over and over again.

Makes. me. read it. over—and—over—and—over.

Noticing the details—great, sure. Extra  space,

mispelled word, wrong apostrophes’.

But I just can’t trust my eyes, my brain.

I just can’t trust my brain, my eyes.

, my eyes, my eyes, my eyes

my brain.

And—

I just can’t trust my eyes, my brain.

I just can’t trust my brain, my eyes.

Arrow key to top of page

Click-click-click-click-click

Top of page. Top of page? Click-click

. . . . . Take a break.

. . . . . (Breathe)

. . . . . No one’s paying for perfection.

A farmer can’t reap every single grain of wheat.

A farmer cannot reap every single grain of wheat.

A farmer cannot reap

every single grain—

A farmer cannot reap every single grain of wheat.

wheat.

Save.

Save.

Save me, please.

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