your loss not mine

“your loss not mine”

i practice before the mirror
a toss of the head
a narrowing of eyes
a haughty contempt
a shoddy attempt

i practice typing
hurriedly,
punctuating victory
leaving no space
between the lines
to read defeat
before jabbing “delete”

i practice the phrase
biting each word
chewing upon its gravity
less rudely than spit
more bitter than wit

i can’t do this shit.

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