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Vanity
By Jordan Sleed
The vapor
Of my labor
For that which I surmise
I will only one day describe
Once and for all
A vapor,
You called it?
Yes, a vapor:
Made of that for which I thirst,
Yet not nearly enough
To satisfy.
So, when the rat race is run I collapse,
Without enough water
For the tears I wish to cry —
All because I tried to drink
A vapor.
A vapor,
You called it?
Yes, a vapor,
Or a chasing after the wind,
Rightly describing
What I’ve come to recognize:
The thin clouds of resentment,
This body found running on fumes —
All because I tried to drink
A vapor.