at ease
in my loneliness
my recent thoughts
are like deep cuts
from prior lives
bubbling to the surface
like oil at the bottom of a well
that had long run dry
where these things
take me
is strange & familiar
not defined by
land or air or sea
but rather a sixth sense
that I am unable to describe
using mere words
october two thousand twenty-four
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I’m less than I’ve ever been
an exercise of existence
after reading how german is it
hearing they bought & sold you
I quickly crossed the border
leaving way too many things behind
this new place isn’t so bad
[or so they keep telling me]
placating me with promises
plying me with
mind-altering substances
intelligently keeping me
one to three moves behind
april two thousand twenty-three
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