During my first half-life
I was too happy
to become tired.
In my second half-life
I wore flannel
to enhance my masculinity.
In my third half-life
I cradled a knotted sweatshirt
to practice for my first born.
In my fourth half-life
my face was dented
by a doorknob I crashed into.
In my fifth half-life
I flickered in and out of phase so quickly
no one realized I was only half there.
In my sixth half-life
every time I got the kitchen floor spotless
muddy feet ran across it.
In my seventh half-life
I forgot my wisdom teeth were pulled
and asked them for advice.
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