Unlocking Creativity: How AI Transformed My Writing Without Silencing My Voice
The Audition
I strip
off my clothes and stand naked
on the scale, hoping
the numbers conjure a more forgivable shape,
or, perhaps,
just vanish me,
before I have to perform
for the nod
that says I’m enough.
I swear
that I know I’m enough,
already,
to friends who don’t know
loneliness.
You don’t have to chase
the money doesn’t grow on
trees of a feather stick
to gather your wits
is a battle, only half
a loaf is better than none and
you are already enough
makes as much sense as
the fish in the sea.
The scale says nothing but
you hear it anyway.
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