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As the ship goes down
Watching the world change makes me feel insane. I guess racism is Supreme Court-sanctioned again. (Explicitly this time.) Over the weekend our government murdered 11 people in international waters. No due process. No nonlethal interference. Just an extrajudicial explosion of a speedboat. At a party I attended Sunday (at the house of a good friend… — read more
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blobfish
I keep writing missives in my head. At night, on the pillow, churning words keep me awake. Whole sentences, paragraphs, essays. Ideas are born and die under the incessant whir of the bedroom air conditioner. When I sit to type, nothing remains. I am blank. Humbled by the extraordinary uselessness of my contributions — and… — read more
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On kindness (I shat in a bag)
Kindness is elusive. Maybe it shouldn’t be. Maybe the fact I believe it is means something is wrong with me — or maybe it is easier for people to believe that, anyway. Every day I move further from normal. From sane. From assimilation. I do not wish to adopt the norms of a society that… — read more
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Love letter, while you nap beside me
A notion came to me Sunday afternoon as my lazy eyelashes brushed your salty skin, your pleasant scent filling every breath. Our arms and legs and sheets draped across each other, and your mouth hung open, just a little, which I regarded with the same affection as when the pets sigh and stretch their toes… — read more
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Rosemary
My grandmother maintained an expansive and impressive flower garden. I remember walking its grounds as a child, when they felt endless and fantastical. Through towering pines, friendly hydrangeas, bright tulips and marigolds and snapdragons and daisies, fragrant lilacs and roses, and elegant hostas, we wandered. We felt surrounded, liable to get lost somewhere in the… — read more
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