mini_golf
ovenbird
I'm
bad
at
mini
golf
.
I
can't
make
my
mind
and
muscles align
in
a
way
that
will
make
the
ball
go
where
I
want
.
It
keeps
ending
up
in
the
bushes.
But
I
don't
care
if
I
get
a
hole
in
one
or
a
hole
in
ten
.
I
don't
care
to
even
try
.
The
whole
exercise
feels
futile.
I'm
not
made
for
this
–counting
and
tallying, scoring
and
competing.
I
never
want
to
put
a
number
on
what
I'm
worth
ever
again
,
even
on
a
pirate themed mini
golf
course
that
is
meant
to
be
fun
.
I've
already
lost
too
much
by
looking
at
a
number
next
to
my
name
and
believing
I've
come
up
short
.
I've
been
taken
prisoner
,
hands
cuffed
with
the
sharp
shackles
of
percentage
signs
.
I've
found
every
way
to
calculate
my
own
lack.
No
more
.
The
only
tallies
I
keep
now
are
these
:
How
many
bones
have
been
unearthed
by
the
tide
?
How
many
stars
burn
in
your
eyes
?
How
much
blood
have
I
cried
letting
my
heart
find
out
what
it
was
made
for
?
I
count
myself
lucky
to
be
alive
in
this
walking
wounded
world
.
250731
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