September 2011
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sting burn itch scratch smack hit wince crack hiss crackle smoke spark pop glow hiss brand flame scorch heat cut slice drag move bury leap dunk douse baptize drown cry scream yell yelp moan bruise welt swelter sweat
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Wrote a poem, can’t concentrate, posted the poem, can’t concentrate, got feedback for the poem, took it down because it needs revision. Still can’t concentrate because I want to revise instead. Why is it that I get all creative for the right things at the wrong time?
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AC Transit Line F, 11:45 pm
This poem is not about you, nor is it about the emptiness that exists in your place because I don’t feel empty, just torn up and tired and mostly ok. This poem is about grief and survival instinct and riding the transbay bus at quarter to midnight and not calling you. It’s about leaning on a lot of people’s shoulders and leaning on my own, and it’s about losing...
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