Category: Poetry
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The Last Bad Man
When I was 24 I got my first apartment by myself.You were paying your father rent to live at his house.You’d come sleep over on your days off and we hadspace to discover ourselves. It repulsed me that he made you pay half your check to live in his house. You paid $450 per month,…
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Decolonizing My Heart
When I began remembering, there was no turning back. I followed the thread back to the seeds you planted at the very beginning during the moments when you noticed I was distracted. You thought I was a subject that could be observed and studied, combed through like a Wikipedia article until mastered. You saw an…
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There’s an Owl
How could I forget my knowing? Slowly, like a wave erodes the shore. Stolen inch by inch until I gave you more, Freely; of my own accord. Until it became the new way, Then it was just the way. Walking, always just behind. At a pace you set without direction. Speeding up like a race,…
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