I had some,
Someone(s) pinned them down to history
in the name of women.
Now, as a result of a few birthdays,
The small tail we’re given,
“Falls” off the donkey ahead of us.
If it was alive, it would scream in pain.
And we, ungrateful, fall to the dirt.
Dead, no,
Evolving beyond the donkey’s commands
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I am a writer with an extremely active imagination. I love learning answers to questions and what makes everything and everyone tick. I am a "Unique case, medically" if nothing else. I am flawed in my extreme aversion to failure (even when "success" isn't good for me,) but have come a long way in ditching the perfectionist mindset. I like people whose default setting toward others is compassion, an open mind, and honesty
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i’ve never been much of a communicater. even less these last few months. but i want you to know i dig your deep poetry & respect your words (comments etc.). very deep.
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I am glad they bring you a degree of pleasure. I intentionally avoid forming expectations re: my writing for fear the words will become hallow. I love you in silence and “sound.”
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