Man Problems 1, a tanka poem

When I’m unhappy,
I drown myself in water;
Waterlogged, I rise,
Steeled against what hurt me,
Flooded, bitter nepenthe.

– inspired by my man problems, dear readers. I had a good sulk, here’s what happened after I stopped sulking for long enough to write a poem. Now back to sulking.

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