I feel.
Can I call it pride?
Can I call it defiance?
At one point that was enough.
(more…)How did it make me see you
when we rewound tapes that made you?
“Only more positively.”
How easy, how vague,
how very unlike the tapes that we gave,
how very unlike the shaping wounds we replayed,
so let me try to explain.
(more…)I’m scared of silence.
I don’t savor the nothingness,
the emptiness of loudly, softly, being me
in the converting violence.
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