it’s so hard to write
something i’d want
to read
i am shut off
fear fills a bucket
i walk
and slosh
Showing posts with label poem6. Show all posts
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Tuesday, January 7, 2025
DRAMA
Monday, January 6, 2025
Santeria
I'd like to capture the feeling
Of dancing to Santeria
In your underwear, in your room
And suddenly, horrifyingly
Making eye contact
With a neighbor, out the window
And now you're going to feel weird all week
And randomly disassociate in conversation
Possibly for the rest of your life
Because you're very sensitive
Of dancing to Santeria
In your underwear, in your room
And suddenly, horrifyingly
Making eye contact
With a neighbor, out the window
And now you're going to feel weird all week
And randomly disassociate in conversation
Possibly for the rest of your life
Because you're very sensitive
Fade into you
I can’t find her bathing suit
that she lent to me
Fuck
Where the fuck would a bathing suit hide
It’s not even a very small object
I’m so sorry
I’m so sorry
Flash of shame
Wince
Here are Seven Steps to Heal Your Inner Child
Ready set go!
One
Two
Three
Four
Five
Six
Seven
How are we doing now?
Will you hold the hand inside me?
Can I take the breath that’s true?
the podcast about 90’s music that you mentioned offhand
that helps you fall asleep
is soothing to me too
i’m glad i found you
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