the proviso of halfness

sometimes i think of a man
with an alarm clock in his pocket,
hurrying to catch another day
he overslept. his phone was left
silent on the kitchen table
next to the half-eaten sandwich
and a mug of half-finished coffee.

sometimes i think of a man
trying to live up to expectations
of answering some half-baked
questions about his personal
pronouns. the grammar book
he used was written at a time
when it was still halfway simple.

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