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The Joy In Me
The joy in me is flat and grey. I lift it up to give it light, to make it airy, to hope it will fly. Cigarette burns and perfume’s blue fire — these memories are all I have. I wonder … Continue reading
In My Worrying, He Slips Away
His face is grey. I see the lack of light there. In the space that used to fill him up with life there is only a hollow. He breathes. He eats and speaks and he exists. His body survives. He … Continue reading
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Cyanide
Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow eventually comes and you are grey haired and knot-knuckled. You have measured out your last cigarette-stained peachpit and teaspoon and where once you scuttled under a dark oppressive ocean, sideways, hands grapp-grapping at nothing, snapping … Continue reading
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Tagged chances, change, death, love, midlife crisis, paralyzation, poem, poems, poetry, suicide, TS Eliot, writing
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