I have become bored with being good

nice exhausted me 

pretty withers and wrenches and wore me out

I tried to find solace in ambition and productivity

Their price was too high

starched and starving 

I crave new ways to wake up in this world

Peeling off

feels raw and decadent 

naked naked naked

with vulnerable ease

trembling in discovery

that perhaps

I am the new word.