Found on a looseleaf sheet of ruled paper while packing to move.
We're moving down the street next month, my partner and I, lucky dogs. I'm not sure when I wrote this. After the 2016 election, I imagine. And probably winter. Though maybe my last year of grad school. -- I am a big bunch of mixed-up words My dad always said life is a series of minor corrections. My days are full of head-scratching Too much internet Sleeping a lot these days Fatigued Is it the weather? Politics? Now I'm writing. My favorite moment. The room is warm. I touch my cheek for cool. The empty room. Sometimes it's warm, solitude. And I get a lot done. Sometimes it's gruesome, a burn at my chest in forest fire. Loneliness tastes hard at the back of my teeth like a filling. Metallic and everywhere when it's near, Swimming a pool of spaghetti The brimming waves take over the room like static The sound of gratitude and a stirring heart I can etch out my truth in loneliness I am a heart of song The truth is nutty to assemble
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