Category: Personal Essay
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Anything that takes effort I back away from. Everything is overwhelming. Breathing is overwhelming. These persistent thoughts are overwhelming. I can’t talk. I’m like an inanimate object, a cubicle clown at an abandoned arcade from the 80s. The wind rolls through the electric canals, trash strewn on the currents, dust…
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A rusted, copper heart Salad gathered on the rung of a ladder Still feeling… I just don’t know how to explain it Disinterested in most things Impatient and irritable to a degree But not shaking Quick to anger at the mountain of gods Remembering Raton and the Robin Hood Motel…
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this angel skull of Harlem doesn’t sing or sink like the wind. it’s laundry day in Manitowoc, the MAT is down by the old Navy ship resting in its watery grave and the sky and the rain is so damn gray and sad as I hoist canvas bag over shoulder…
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There was a heart in Central Park. It was lying there in the curled leaves and the grass saying goodnight. It beat a bit but was slowing. I was sitting on the park bench watching. Nobody cared. The idiots were oblivious. I was alone as usual, trying to get some…
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CEREAL AFTER SEX 