Bullet point poetry (draft)

who am I?

  • the question circles the toilet bowl,
  • gets clogged in the sink.
  • congeals with last nights dinner on paper plates.
  • is forgotten with pennies in the couch cushions.
  • collects dust in the company of trophies on the mantle place.

Who am I?

is condensed onto business cards, epigraphs, and eulogy and nothing else.

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