Status Updates From Calling a Wolf a Wolf

"It’s hard to speak of something so gauche as ambition
while the whole wheezing mosaic chips away but let it be known
I do hope one day to be free of this body’s dry wood"

sometimes I am so ashamed of my sentience how little it matters
angels don’t care about humility
you shaved your head
spent eleven days half-starved in solitary
and not a single divine trumpet wept into song
now it’s lonely all over

I understand the hype

it’s slowly sort of making my soul feel bare