A Pirate's Life for Me
I have this awful habit of jumping on sinking ships.
I end up as an eternal castaway. A diaspora of one; a nomadic lone wolf moving through life with all of my material wealth compacted into the space of a single steamer trunk that I grasp onto for dear life while trying to keep my head above water.
Marking the years by the
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what lovely feedback! This comment is really everything to me right now <3
Thank you for reading.
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thank you!
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thank you!
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I almost titled it "the black spot" but wanted it to feel a bit more hopeful and also to give the "narrator" some sense of personal agency and culpability in their(my) circumstances.
I like to idealize the swashbuckling fantasy of the "golden age of piracy" even though I have read a lot of the actual historical accounts so I would be interested in reading your poem and your interpretaion of the theme.
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