Tag: Life
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September
i sensea pulling of the arrow back-grief waves and panic attacks. i feel shut downsof internal systems.i ask for gracefrom my loved ones.i’m struggling,i’m failing them. oh.. i feel their pity..i don’t want that.sick animals must disappear to heal their wounds,i have alot of those..it’s almost too many, too deep, too infected.so i retreat.sun setsto blue hour,…
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sea to sky highway (postcards from canada)
“cmon, Kerri, we’re picking you up in an hour! we’ve got a surprise for you.” oh. i want to say no. i’m so tired. still, i should go. i don’t want to let them down. a campus pickup, in a silver rav 4. canadian nostalgia. i sit in the back seat. i watch city scenesevaporateto forest green..ocean blue..and mountain high. familiar territories, we…
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dear brother-
where are you dear brother? are you safe?are you warm?have you eaten? are you at peace? everyone says you are here, watching, always with me. most days i believe that to be true. but i’m hiccuping my tears in,“oh just get on with it already.” no one likes a sad girl. fuck it. i just miss you,big brother. so much…
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August
august surpasses july let downs, drying of tears.heat waves endinginsomnia persisting.everyone has left or is leaving.but i promised myself i’d learnhow to stay. scattered attentions,enough reservoir to aspirenot enough to complete. i shed ghost writing skins, i’m ready to find my words. i can’t when i feel this small, this broken, this watched, this critiqued..so i open the front door, softly,…
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UBC (postcards from Canada)
i wake with my eyes slowly adjusting to white crisp bedsheets and Canadian sun bathing in the open window. the air smells of ocean morning mist breezes through pacific coast rain forest with undercurrents of freshly cut grassand rose gardens in bloom.i can already feel the longingto remember this scent for the rest of my life.…
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