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Mickey
I don’t think you thought you’d appear / in my poem but here you are
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I’m not like you
and don’t you ever forget / it takes practice to access what you demolished / when you see us / you feel something for the first time
Aug 18, 2020
A Man Called After Dark
the smoke of belt burn / and nectarines and me / — I will learn to love him
May 17, 2021
Ode to Diabetes
When I got better I ate / attention, the praise for being alive. There is no praise now. A needle, / a sharp’s box, yellow asking me to slow down.
Jan 19, 2022