I wonder how sick he is, the end of the line ‘ends meet’ preventing suicide.

Instead of worrying about people you should get to know them.
Don’t worry about breasts.

Fear not arse.

Just ask me.

It’s a matter of hap, of luck.

The gap in my teeth, the

‘Wear and where’ show my strife. 

My stride, difference. 

“The I” to identify.

Racism is extreme

Difference towards a negative.

Worn down, corrosive.

My heel is stripped.

Unhealable. Unsolved. Torments.

Worries and overthinking.

I.. I! Don’t have to be anywhere now. 
Monday, Thursday, Wednesday Saturday (3 syllables buys you time) Sunday, Friday April – yellow