Nonclassic Denial

Let's workshop this poem about a case of human self-hypnosis!

Nonclassic Denial

She knew (with full verbality, in fact)
she was lying to herself (in light, yes,
especially of her pro-weirdo identity)—

yet still she let her tweet feed fidelity
to an abusive stock boy (over “Daddy,”
the hungry artist in her dreams daily

chasing fireflies with trustful children): 
“Nuthin like this yt weirdo’s ‘poetry’ 
to make me cherish what I already got.”

*This poem is unpublished

Painting by Serwah Attafuah (foundation.app/@serwah)