Luis Cuauhtémoc Berriozábal

Slipping Through Life

I slip through life
like an envelope
pushed through
a clearance at
the bottom of
a door. I slip right
in unnoticed. I
get stepped on
sometimes. I’m
like the letter,
unopened, with
lots to say that
no one will read.

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