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quarter life crisis

I wrote this poem sitting at the circulation desk after a particularly hard day at work. I contemplate all the nuance of being an Appalachian in a modern society, feeling like I have one foot in the past.

I’ve lived but have I 

Lived?

Where waspers buzz

and the grass is blue.


I’ve lived a thousand lives;

But somehow that’s not true.


I’ve been a kid

that played with mud,

but never have I

chased clout.


I’ve texted when I had

no minutes,

but somehow there is doubt.


I woke up this morning.

Lazily;

Tired and forlorn.


I drag myself around

this town,

but never am I bored.


I think I am 

a person?

but somehow I’m not sure…


I’ve lived but have I 

Lived?

in suburbs 

and crowded cities.


I’ve lived but have I 

Lived?

I’m only in my thirties.


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