I found a treasure in a used books store.

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Snake

( super long snake poem :D )

"New writers often find beginnings difficult...because they take the word 'beginning' too literally... Your story... must begin in medias res, in the middle of things." - Bernays and Painter, I.1

And that's the story of our lives--our beginnings sit inside the unfinished, half-told stories of others.
In medias res.
and that's the way it traces back

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Note

"Remember how the naked soul
with its old freedom
like a light innocent of measure
but will hearken to how
one story becomes another
and will try to tell where
they have emerged from
and where they are heading
as though they were its own legend
running before the words and beyond them
naked and never looking back

through the noise of questions"

- W.S ( Read more... )

could have,
would have,
should have.

eh.

you learn to stop needing after enough time passes.

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after enough time passes
you learn to forget details and presence,
or at least, i do;
the presence of familiar walls (that wall will hold faded tape marks, that wall will have newer paint, that wall is starting to peel in the corner)
the width and color of the room
( Read more... )

i feel, disconnected.

like a phone that's been knocked off the cradle and now
there's that incessant shrill beeping trying to wind around me
but i'm too plastic to notice.

thinking isn't too hard as long as i have something to think about

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how long has that been there, curdling?

When they ask to see your gods
your book of prayers
show them lines
drawn delicately with veins
on the underside of a bird's wing
tell them you believe
in giant sycamores mottled
and stark against a winter sky
and in nights so frozen
stars crack open spilling
streams of molten ice to earth
and tell them how you drink
a holy wine of honeysuckle
on a ( Read more... )

It moves over my heart like waves on the sand in repetitive smooth motions.
surge.
crash.
lengthen.
retreat.
surge.
crash.
lengthen.
retreat.

but it was never about control. it was always about my degree of acceptance.

i need

amnesia to set in, sometimes.