the wanters think they need me

(photo by kwesi abbensetts)

i made myself believe that microphones were the only things that needed to be held
everything else
everybody else
wanted it
and i stopped dabbling in the business of satisfying the wanters
but i stopped being a poet because i had no one to kidnap
and i’m not too keen on masturbation
so what do i hold now?

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