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2025-03-04 Transition is elegaic—time unspooling, in susurrations, each second echoing— a thousand dying sighs. 2025-03-22 Pain is inheritance— (to unlearn) Healing is whispers— (unnamed)

@brokeboylife

Mar 25, 2025

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What’s that - anne sexton

Before it came inside I had watched it from my kitchen window, watched it swell like a new balloon, watched it slump and then divide, like something I know I know - a broken pear or two halves of the moon, or round white plates floating nowhere or fat hands waving in the summer air until they fold together like a fist or a knee. After that it came to my door. Now it lives here. And of course: it is a soft sound, soft as a seal's ear that was caught between a shape and a shape and then returned to me. You know how parents call from sweet beaches anywhere, come in come in, and how you sank under water to put out the sound, or how one of them touched in the hall at night: the rustle and the skin you couldn't know, but heard, the stout slap of tides and the dog snoring. It's here now, caught back from time in my adult year - the image we did forget: the cranking shells on our feet or the swing of the spoon in soup. It is real as splinters stuck in your ear. The noise we steal is half a bell. And outside cars whisk by on the suburban street and are there and are true. What else is this, this intricate shape of air? calling me, calling you.

@Shadowbeni

May 7, 2024

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Reticular, vermicular

Tightly drawn smiles Loosely fitted Scrubbing the drain, circling it even Settling dust Yearning for movement A force of nature An action plan, a family man Laying down foundations For impersonations Renting down the river, Winding up a creek With two fists Opening my favourite window And forgetting to close it I'm letting the debris in And if bin lorries could tell stories They'd sleep in an unmade bed every night Wednesday morning, mother's warning The man walks his dog Through oppressive heats and violent winds Why can't you do the same? Stop seeking answers And seek a home Stay there, stay away The pegging to clothesline pipeline Against brick walls My balls bounce and fall A pinch and a tuck never hurt much But where do I lay my head at night? How many mistakes Should I contemplate Were the force of nature Blowing out my last birthday candle With a giggle A tightly drawn wiggle A master of mimicry But I know you, I see you Your silk cocoon Never strung for permanence Your writhing In step-by-step conniving will End when you wake To find yourself decaying Stuffed in your wrotten beanpod Full of somebody else's shit You never open the window, you see

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