a clarification

A pin,

I drop

into a wash of doubts

towers crowd the sun, tattle on

the errant cells which trifle off my toe-tips

making the murk less clear.

A pin, meant for pricking or sewing

I can’t drown, so clearly

I couldn’t care less what you think of me

in your great big human brains.

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