Tell me tell me

what’s on your mind when you’re
looking at the flaws I have tried
so desperately to conceal as though
I could paste on yet one more
layer one more bit of cover one more
thing to misdirect your
attention I want your
attention but only carefully curated
attention somehow on me and yet not on
me at all all at once what’s on your
mind when you see all of
me what do you see when I stand here naked and all of my
flaws are up for your
understanding what’s on your
mind when you see what I
don’t want you to see?

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About Catastrophe Jones

Wretched word-goblin with enough interests that they're not particularly awesome at any of them. Terrible self-esteem and yet prone to hilarious bouts of hubris. Full of the worst flavors of self-awareness. Owns far too many craft supplies. Will sing to you at the slightest provocation.
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