Happiness

I identify as nothing,

not due to these aspects of depression,

but rather this love of moving through identities,

the way my face might smile, or worse.

I just get lost in nomadic relationships

where the things that make me happy

might as well be rotating

like some wheel on a game show.

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About Sean O'Gorman

Spoken Word poet from Ottawa. View all posts by Sean O'Gorman

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