Month: August 2023

August 30, 2023

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but
i got nothing to write about
(not because
i’m less than full
of feels
and thoughts
and so much so much —
but ~because~
i’m so full
with those things
it’s so overwhelming,
and all the feels
thoughts
and other head-heart junk,
that it all melds together
into white noise
static
static
static)

August 29, 2023

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nothing
is satisfying
artistically
poetically
aesthetically

i finish a verse
and just want to shake the shame
right off my fingertips

and start anew

(but the newness itself
won’t do
won’t do)

August 28, 2023

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only took five whole days
to get back into the swing of this
writing
and feeling good about my writing/
confident that i have something to say
and the ability to say it
in a unique and clever way.

i still am probably not as good as i want to be
but maybe i’m close to
how good i
think
i am

August 27, 2023

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listening
to spooky music
while the weather is still nice and warm
does not make the time fly
faster —
it instead
makes me believe
we live in a place
where halloween costumes
need not
be crafted
to fit oversized
over winter coats,
and trick-or-treating
need not
happen
in blusters of snow
and ice,
and the day after
need not
indicate
an immediate
seasonal
depression.

August 25, 2023

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the pull
of the iud string/
the cramps
from a new one entering,
do not hurt me.

but the crash of a mug that wasn’t mine to break;
or a tiny pebble stuck in my shoe
for each step, bothering, not stabbing;
or something sticky
and i can’t tell what;
or the tag of a shirt;
or an uncomfortable sitting position —
those all make tears
appear
in my eyes.

but actual pain?
worst pain of my life?

nah.

August 24, 2023

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puppies
and cats
and kips
and me
and this house
already filled with memories
and at least one ghost
from the ’90’s
and spooky music
all year long

and that’s what makes a family