I hang with mad poets and dead people.

I have been labeled a delusional realist.

And I am never enough.

If you don’t believe me, just read my poems.
Okay.  Never mind.  Maybe I am too much.

But too much what?
And you can never have too much.

Which brings us back to square one.

I think I’ve just confused myself.

You?
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Sincerly,

Bibelot

Read Bibelot’s Poetry:  

• Nonreciprocal Altruism

• Bones in the Closet