Intentionality

This world is for the intentional. It’s the kind of place where I should thrive. I should rule. I’ve considered every step, of every day. I lay in bed every morning, thinking about how I’ll eventually get out. The actions I’ll take. How my muscles will shift. Setting my toes on the cold floor just…

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As I Was

I usted to think I was, as is. And yet there were, maybe, a few ways I could change what was. But then I met your kind. Your kind. Your kind. Your kind. The most wretched Most vile kind. Your kind altered what I knew and thought of myself. Myself. Myself. Myself. That self which…

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Floater

I was born dead in the water. The water, it filled and spilled from my lungs; Washing out the decay that came from the everyday I had yet to live. These spores, my spores, infected the sea as far as Tripoli, Without my knowledge, without my consent. So on I floated, gorged and bloated, And…

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Ghosts of Christmas Past

I twist myself up like this weak piece of napkin in my hand, wringing, and twisting, until all I’m left with are bits of something barely recognizable, white crumbs that I can’t hold but I try endlessly scrounging around on my hands and knees for each fallen piece, like picking at lint that was never…

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At the bottom of a jar

Near the end of my life, when I was but the traces of my former self, the girl took me from that rarely illuminated place and laid me before her so I could tell my story. I told her of the years I had spent in that cold place, waiting for my day to come.…

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The Things I Carried

I am torn. Split down the length of my spine, a gaping hole From the weight of all the things I’ve carried. The accumulated mass of all the things I thought I was supposed to be. The layer of expectations and responsibilities that came with my body parts; The fear, the shame, the unspoken things.…

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