this morning in a tweet:
when you’re so hungry that the sweet coating of your advil feels like a major food group
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from yesterday:
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keeping watch
I see a bird on the top of our neighbor’s chimney
a perfect silhouette against the sky
I wonder if it can see the ocean, and what it thinks
about the people coming and going everywhere
about the rolling tides
I bet it isn’t thinking much, only watching the sunset, and probably thinking about dinner
which I’m also starting to think about
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battery of soul
battery is running low
my arms are tired and weighted down
I cannot feel, because if I do, I’ll scream
repressed rage spins into confusion and whys
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