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Poetry

—prose, spoken word, and form poems about some of my favorite ideas

The Sand to my Eyes

All tangled up with little kisses on the back of your neck and nothing but the smell of saliva on skin in my nostrils.

I awaken suddenly to the sound of a garbage truck in reverse outside

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A Brief Encounter

Hi, nice to meet you.

After a few drinks and an ignorance of personal space you’re lingering like a ringing in my ear. Coming on slowly, you’re there and then you’re not but you always return.

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System-Living Self

Pt. 1 of 3 - Cultural Reorganization Establishing Alien Tact Over Reality

As a child I leaned into CREATOR Devotion because it was taught as synonymous with good.

I made myself believe CREATOR because my body told me ritual days felt like good therapy.

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Typist Love

It’s far too late to be staring at my blue-lit phone from 4 inches away

But, nonetheless, here I am typing ramblings into this illusory keyboard

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Fish

I’m at the market to buy some fish.

I pace the aisles chuckling silently about my ironic opinions of fish

When I was younger I hated the taste and always refused to eat it but for some reason enjoyed the aroma ceaselessly;

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Chickenoodle Soup

When you’re a sick kid, they tell you to eat some chickenoodle soup

You always wondered what it was about chickenoodle soup that had the exact ratio of nutrients to heal a sick kid.

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Windows

When you get lonely, you start sleeping on half a bed 

When you get lonely, indulging solely starts to seem ok in your head

When you get lonely, you start to open windows

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