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Category: Fear
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To My Tin Ear Troubadour, O.k. then, pitch your tent. While you're at it, be sure to sew up the rents in the fabric of your argument. That's the best way to lure the lucky into your lair. 1.) Who are these lucky allowed entrance?2.) What do they become when you let them leave? And…
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Got cake and balloons two days before my birthday. Two people in my sphere were actually born on the 24th. One forgot it was his moment to be recognized and declined his slice of eternity. The other was a lady engaged in official business of the head-counting sort at Waistland Industries. She got balloons at…
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Misty sees you wandering the halls. It is not easy for you as flesh is pressed in uncomely ways. Always rubbed the wrong way; trousers are a bitch with which you must compromise. Your body longs to wrap itself in a tupenu. But you are seen through the lens of love. Your body of work…
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Shoved to the back of the shelf with a hole in my belly. My appearance invites conversations about identity and isms, so I suppose I can't complain about my station in life. I came into the world like this, but it's your perception that defines me. Some see a foe, a friend, a fetish. I…
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I've tossed all my maps on the Yule bonfire, so you're my guide now. What will the world look like when we make up new coordinates? Ah, the fallacy of maps! They seem to ask: What has power over you? Maps suggest the uncomfortable, too: Greenland is Bigger because White is Better. Paper trails, that's…
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(A Love Story for the Ageless.)I like having you around but I don't write on your skin anymore. (Barrage!)Grow your heart and make sure it keeps time. (Garbage!)Hey Curiosity…what does it feel like not to be in pain? (Well, you either study problems or you solve them.)You and your drive-by goodbyes. (These words…
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You have stared into The Deep Dark for ten hard months. That tower of yours can't come crumbling down fast enough. You need to be knee-deep in debris right now. Think of the dust as humus for a healthy heart (yours, by the way, is a most striking shade of ebony.) Every tree you pass…
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the city sneaks up behind youtells you what to think your friends are all scholarsreason why you drown in drink thoughts not good enoughto protect or entertain more than a thunderheadyou are the rain now it's too late to whitewash the wallyou should've lived your rough draftthat was the point of it after all such…
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Happy New Year! Here's what needs some meditation thrown at it: Why is life unfair? I asked a pal to show me the silver lining on a day (yesterday) when one privileged bitch (me) was having a challenging moment (inconsequential office shenanigans.) With disaster smashing the planet, I do not have a right to feel…
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A bromide that sets my teeth on edge is Everything Happens for a Reason. It's insensitive to use that phrase in the aftermath of Hurricane Harvey, but it's because of this deadly storm that I'm thinking about why we tell ourselves the things we tell ourselves. If we say a sentence, do we understand the…
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