This season I’ll be a little bit off the grid.
From afar I may seem solid, but I’ll be liquid.
You always say meh when I get enthusiastic.
So, I’ll be trying hard containing all hydraulic fluid.

Wires in my head tangle, they entwine
when I look at your picture, I think of wine.
I’m maybe a time-bound scratch-card,
never will I be a better-luck-next-time.

But then who I’m trying to convince, and why?
Why plenty fish in the ocean seem to starve and die.
Maybe I need a fresh pair for eyes
or dive a little deeper where all jellyfish hide.

So, for all obvious reasons I’ll be off the grid.
You may say meh again, but I’ll be off limits.
– Brooke DiDonato

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