coming back to now
the curtain falls, stage light dims || i know it's not real
Feeling a little tender today, so I felt like sharing a miscellaneous set—it runs the gamut from banal to angsty and everything in between. They’re presented alphabetically.
Thank you for being here.
brought it everywhere—
my journal—but i'm home, so
back to forgetting
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copied my order
cozy matchazuke
for second breakfast
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fickle morning sky
blazing pinks from the sunrise
quickly dissipate
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he brought out cue cards
and laughter tore from my chest
his eyes sparkling
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how often do we
forget your humanity
given your talent?
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i am so sorry
that i’m not primed to assume
your advocacy
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i had missed your voice
the specific prosody
the gentle lilting
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i just can't compete
i just can't compete i just
can't compete i just
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i stack the pictures
pinch my fingers to align
edges of the squares
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i'll go to work now
try to move on with my life
one day at a time
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it can't be that hard
to be a decent human
to not be a cunt
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maybe it's worth it
think in the grand scheme of things
i'm talking decades
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metal in my mouth
fingers resting on my lips
a gentle scraping
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my eyes are leaking
this time i can truly say
i do not know why
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my tongue, unfurling
can't help but imitate sound
dialect, absorbed
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nerves or cigarettes
which of the two is causing
your hands' slight jitter?
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oil-dipped feathers
gentle chirps emanating
from a fluid form
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resisting the urge
to rush, get on with my day
when this is my day
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well-worn leather seats
the wood raw and splintering
where your hands had been
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you claim to love me
since we're blood, but you don't, since
my rights don't matter
