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I Can’t Read

 I’m a poet who can’t read,

my brain is short wired

Quick to chance the distractions.

Boggle the memory.

Get sedated by the medications.

I can’t read like those polished professionals who grew up with an educated father and maternal, well-versed mother.

I’m not interested in scanning lines of dead texted when I now have the freedom to watch a screen.

I’m apologize. Were you talking to me?

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