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Ode to a Comfort Food
the stability of the staple tucked in the top cabinet, a little anchor point behind the daily chaos, rations for war time or post-apocalypse and every in between night mac n cheese does not expire cheddar flavor a wonder, ten thousand cheese crisps broken from slices of curd crushed by mortar and pestle by the…
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Decennial Verse
thousands of metaphors for the time spent,a measure of existence as currency in itself,mile markers in ones temporal awareness,though philosophers have yet to decide what time can be or mean to start with;wherethe rain is always patteringpooling just past the azaleas, festering in the gravel,coaxing little clouds of petricorup and around and envelopingthe moon always…
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Stop and Go
what is grief to teach usthat the days are short and the sunset is a clichehow a sweater can itch when it never did beforebut now, it is certainly garbagewhat is a heavy chest to meanquiet, like the void of small talkbreaths like little sips of water after anesthesia, little gasps in meter behind the…
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Snow in the Forecast
the socks the hospital sent me home inare green. Google tells me that meansIndependant. I’ll take it.The ominous threat of a biting winterhas my wallet wrung out and shiveringmuch like how I wake from anesthesia, freezing.I dont remember waking this time thoughand wonder how long I was independantbefore awareness caught upwith my tremor struck handslifting…
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On Telehealth, Therapists, & God
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