the kind of week i've had
somehow feels like scratching
not the satisfying nails finding an itch
or sickening nails on a blackboard
my week was not the kind of scratch
you'd hear from inside kitchen cupboards
or moving behind the walls
not the scratching of the needles
in a cat's paw as they rip through
your delicate skin
this week had the feeling
of holding a sweat smelling coin
firmly in two fingers
back and forth rubbing
on some sticky grey matter
you're scratching off some contest
did i win, did i win
but we don't know
behind that grey matter
behind all that scratching
we don't even know
what we're looking for
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