flounder

It’s hard trying to live for yourself
to shake that dust off your desires
thumb them like a lifelong wound
how fulfilled are you I am so clearly
floundering
a freshly made bed of issues
folded beneath crisp sheets; it should be simple
to make a life out of this (privilege) but I am somewhere else
I am scared I am addicted to my ostrich happinesses, losing my head in the simplest things

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Soph Bonde is President and Publisher at Argot Magazine. She is a professional photographer in Washington DC and awkward about it. She has been described as an 'administrative machine.'