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                                              I do
                                              do good
                despite my mistakes – there’ve been a few
                that no one notices
                that it’s just not what we need
                that Dad left and couldn’t come back to make sense of it
                                for me
                that I try and try but I just don’t get it
                that I am secretly a superhero
                that I am often wrong

                                              well, no
                if I gathered myself together and moved through my abdomen
                                              without flexing
                                I would do
                                some good amid
                                              all this woe





abandonment & Dad & doing & identity wormhole: tag cloud poem V – draft-ness
abdomen wormhole: 25% scaffolding & rope
being wormhole: ‘just popping down / to the shops’
life wormhole: words
superhero wormhole: lost self