(physical poetry)

Humble Overachiever

How can it be,

that generosity

is so often a sign of demands to come?


Yet,

you risked your life for me

the other day.


It was simple,

it was natural to you.

As natural as the air you breathed.


I saw it clearly —

the necessity

not requiring consideration.

And you denied and smiled,

and you laughed at it after,

like a hero would,


Oh! My humble overachiever.

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