Tag: relationships
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progeny
the poet, smiling, -i assure, they were never my words. the interviewer wonders, -but you wrote them? the poet, -i found them. at the tip of my pen.
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reach
it is a sudden gasp it is biting a tongue it is fbomb following stubbed toe. and in that moment i am all reaction
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flight
I woke up as the plane was crashing. Lights flashing, sirens squealing, [was someone screaming?] thinking this is the end and my mom in my head clucked and tsssked and says ‘son, count on you to wake up on a Friday and blame the weekend for coming too soon.’
words keep wolves at bay 