Jun 13
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Minor Compulsion

I don’t know my mind.
I know me, but not her.
She is different that I.
She has bits of superstition
that she holds to
that I do not understand,
but since she is connected
to my nerves and muscles,
I reach down and pick up
screws or nails that lie there
on the floor, abandoned
because that is the thing
I must do. The thing
she requires of me.

 
Jun 13
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unlove

I am unlovable
because I decided to be,
not in all ways,
not as a friend,
but as anything else.
I cursed myself
with a peculiar fate:
I chose to be unloved
rather than be hurt
or be vulnerable.

I am unloving
but I did not decide to be,
not in all ways,
not as a friend,
but as anything else.
I chose to be unloved
rather than hurt
those who may care
or make themselves
vulnerable.
Jun 13
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The Adventures of Young Love in which I am Not Involved

From up the stairwell
I hear their giggles.
I know I shouldn’t
if the world were right,
they wouldn’t be there
holding on together
on the school stairs
hidden away

I see them
reflected in the window,
rounding the corner,
hand in hand,
our backs to each other.

I know this moment is theirs,
so I do not call out
to my friends,
instead watching them
in the glass,
disappearing into the hall.

And I am Alone.
 
Jun 13
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Stuck

May 02
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Sound of a Soul

May 02
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Humanity Under the Microscope

It does not do to live like gods

for their lives were cautionary tales, too.

It does not do to live like ants

or minnows in the lake.

We cannot delude ourselves.

No, we must live like people --

or perhaps dogs if we feel particularly ambitious.

We must examine ourselves under a microscope,

adjusting our lenses to scale,

so we can frame our lives

under the expansive everything above us,

And live as best we can.

 
May 02
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Forces of Nature

May 02
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An inherently human marriage of arrogance and paranoia

Apr 11
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An Ode to Haley Seymour

She was born for politics or press,
with her easy smile,
her endless arsenal
of neatly pressed skirts.
An approachable kind of beauty --
pretty, but not striking or distracting --
a face you instinctually trust,
her gentle, conversational manner
concealing a shrewd nature
and a mind full of steadfast opinions
so confident, yet never abrasive,
persistent without badgering,
never too forceful or too meak.
One finds it natural
to agree with her.

 
Apr 11
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Train Songs I and II

Train Song I

Sometimes
the difference
between
“Think”
And “Feel”
is critical.

For instance
if I were to say
“I think the trains
are speaking
to me,”
you might find me 
mad
or self-absorbed
asserting that
the trains
have me in mind.

But were I to say
“I feel the trains
are speaking
to me,”
you would likely
understand
that I do not
believe the trains
are truly, literally
speaking to me.

You would see
I mean
the trains
call out
to my soul.


Train Song II

The trains linger over my shoulder at night,
their calls ringing out in the dark.
The trains have been there for me.

I listen for the trains,
at night when they are awake
in the shadow and the cold.
They sing to pass the time
from one town to the next.
I like to think the trains

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