good hair day
bad head day

i don't feel particularly happy
i don't feel particularly sad

i'm like a paragraph that doesn't flow with the next one
something in dire need of revision.

in remission
my love is in transmission
failed
not to be  confused with precision
that doesn't plan to stay

I don't plan to stay
very long
I sometimes think about my eulogy
and what people will stay

I sometimes think about what people are saying about me
I sometimes imagine my name in conversations
that don't concern me

I sometimes regard myself as important
though I would never award me anything at all.