Curly People Tendrils

Like spaghetti, 

I eat too much when

I stare too long, 

desiring what is 

not mine to keep.

What story am I 

committed to?

And what causes

preference?

Specific to the day.

I am so jealous

of those who know.

Do they really know?

Do they really know?

Curly People tendrils,

you fall flat, little

quantum waves,

I am destined,

and cursed,

to be an Observer.

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