a streetcar named Existential Crisis

(why are you capitalizing how
he feels to explain him when
he’s not there?)

oh, you say, he’s in a Mood. he’s
Pissy about something.

(he’s a box full of
cats and you need
him to purr.)

i’m having Issues, you
tell him, leaning all
of your weight into
the fray.

(he whirs his tiny
engines, not to
appease but to be
appeasing.)

he tells you the things
you need to hear,
without heeding the things
that need to be heard.


For Karl, who claims to think about death constantly, is overwhelmed with the prospect of finding a postdoc, and who seems to be a little too in-tuned with how his PI feels. 

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