Poem: New Cherry-Flavoured Self-Loathing

Have you met me? I am exhausting. Have you seen the very best of me? If you have, could you maybe let me

know where it was last seen. There’s no reward. Beyond acknowledgement. And no shame in me asking. Well, at least

I like to think there’s none. Maybe it’s better to say no harm. Some truth in that. I am exhausting. As you’ll now know.