Dysphoria and Acceptance (National Poetry Writing Month 2023 #25)   Leave a comment

Tastes like vegetables I don't like.
Feels like an itch I cannot scratch.
Sounds like an untuned guitar chord.
Looks like a smudge on my glasses that wont come off.
Smells like leftovers you forgot in the fridge for months.

Tastes like pure, clean spring water.
Feels like a relaxing soak in a hot bath.
Sounds the opening riff to my favorite song.
Looks like a stained glass cathedral at sunset.
Smells like warm, freshly done laundry.

– SR Romney 2023

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